He took out a sword. One of the ancient ones Chu Miao had given them. It was a low-grade spiritual weapon.
This time, he met the lightning head on and slashed it with the sword.
The momentum of the lightning slowed down and only a small part hit him.
This gave his body the time to heal a little more with the pills he was taking.
The fifteenth bolt of lightning fell, and the sword cracked. He changed to another one and kept meeting the bolts of lightning head on until he was too injured to move.
He dropped to the ground as he took the last pills. Two were meant for healing, and two spirit gathering pills.
Even though they didn't have much potency, they helped in passively absorbing spiritual energy from the surroundings while he faced the last bolt of lightning.
This one accumulated for a while unlike before when they came in quick succession.
When he saw that the clouds were still gathering, Ye Xuan didn't stand on ceremony and sat down cross legged to cultivate.
