Surviving the Lightning Tribulation

The thunder dragon, as thick as a water barrel, nearly swallowed Chen Mo whole, making him spit out a mouthful of blood.

He hurriedly invoked the Lightning Law and Destruction Law, drawing in and absorbing the thunder dragon's energy to repair his body and strengthen himself.

The thunder dragon's destructive force was simply too great. It ravaged Chen Mo's body until it was riddled with holes. He felt as though countless steel needles had pierced through him at once; his muscles spasmed and contracted, and the pain was excruciating.

Yet Chen Mo endured it through sheer force of will, gritting his teeth.

He knew that if he retreated and gave up resisting, all his efforts would turn into useless work.

And he would lose his life as well.

The cultivation technique within him circulated at high speed, True Essence surging like a mighty river under Chen Mo's control as it flowed through his meridians.

Wherever it passed, it repaired the meridians that had been damaged beyond recognition, one by one.

As time passed, his internal organs and meridians were gradually restored.

The injuries on Chen Mo's body visibly improved at a rate the naked eye could see.

At this moment, the dark clouds overhead had yet to disperse, as though they were brewing an even deadlier killing move.

Chen Mo let out a heavy breath, his expression solemn as he raised his head to look at the sky.

Most of his injuries had healed, and the remaining lightning had been completely absorbed.

But he did not dare let down his guard. This time, he sensed a crisis.

With a thought, a Tang Saber radiating a faint golden glow appeared in his palm.

"Waiting to die is not my style."

Chen Mo's gaze suddenly turned cold, and the hand gripping the