Within the dense, dark clouds, hundreds of Thunder Pythons and Electric Snakes leaped intermittently, converging to a single point in the blink of an eye.
BOOM—
A twisted, violent thunderbolt struck downwards, landing squarely on Ghost Shovel's head.
The dazzling light forced everyone present to squint, none daring to look directly at the majesty of the Sky Dome.
After several breaths, the intense light of the lightning finally dissipated.
Pale-faced and kneeling on one knee, Sui Yi slowly rose. She still tightly clutched He Fanshuang's longsword, completely unaware that the web of her hand between thumb and forefinger was steadily bleeding.
Not far ahead, Ghost Shovel stood with his head held high. From his face to his hands and feet, all exposed skin was charred black, reminiscent of charcoal left after a raging furnace fire. Electric light flickered on the surface of the chopper in his hand, crackling and buzzing.
CRACK. CRACK.
