Hundreds of purple bolts of lightning descended straight down, akin to the dazzling fireworks blooming between heaven and earth, splendid beyond compare.
Especially with the reflection on the sea, making those hundreds of bolts look like they traversed heaven and earth.
Every purple lightning strike landed precisely on An Beisan's head, and then an An Beisan's head would transform into ashes.
After hundreds of purple lightning strikes, hundreds of An Beisan's heads vanished.
An Beisan had thousands of heads, and even after losing hundreds, there were still thousands left.
Yet the remaining heads were filled with terror, their bodies frantically fleeing into the distance.
At this moment, a second wave of purple lightning descended once more, another hundreds of bolts, and hundreds more heads were turned to ashes.
Then, An Beisan let out a hopeless scream: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could you have refined the purple lightning, I don't believe it..."
