"Crack—"
A crisp sound like the collapse of the heavens suddenly rang out from within the dense clouds and mist. Amid the wildly swelling vapor, surging like raging waves, a thick beam of light abruptly lit up the world that had just fallen dark. Then a massive silver bolt of lightning appeared, one that sent a chill down Qin Fengming's spine.
The silver light blazed dazzlingly, like a hanging river of stars suspended in midair. In an instant, that piercing radiance drowned this entire stretch of heaven and earth, and Qin Fengming, standing on the ground, was swept into it.
His body was glowing, brilliant and flickering, as though he had become part of the silver light.
The lightning destroyed all in its path like rotten wood, like a sharp silver blade slicing through the void, and it suddenly enveloped Qin Fengming. The bolt was enormous, swallowing Qin Fengming whole in an instant.
Qin Fengming only felt a destructive force that made his scalp go numb and every hair stand on end sweep across his body. His vision was instantly blotted out completely by silver light, and then he felt as if his fleshly body were being madly hacked and shaved by countless sharp blades. Intense pain surged up, followed by the sudden swelling of the meridians within him, and agony spread through his entire body in a flash.
His meridians had not snapped, but if a second bolt of lightning struck him, the meridians inside him would inevitably break.
The silver light vanished, and Qin Fengming's sight returned.
He looked down at his own body at once, and his expression abruptly turned incomparably ugly. At that moment, countless gaping, overturned cracks covered him from head to toe.
With only a single bolt of Heavenly Tribulation lightning striking him, the