Roar! Facing the descending heavenly lightning, Di Kun neither dodged nor yielded. As the bolt came down, Di Kun swiped at it with a claw. A thick layer of Yin Baleful Intent wrapped around the claw, gathered tightly without dispersing.
Amid the violent explosion, Di Kun staggered back two steps, and the lightning vanished without a trace.
The first bolt was only the beginning. Several more thick bolts followed, each faster than the last, as if giving Di Kun no time to catch his breath. Even Di Kun, formidable as he was and having taken a Seven-Night Nether Ancient Flower, was struck by one of the tribulation bolts after blocking several in succession. His silver-gray body was scorched black. That body, which even Golden Core magical artifacts had never been able to harm, had been breached by a single strike from the tribulation lightning. Though the damage had not reached the flesh beneath, the sight was enough to make Lu Xiaotian's expression change dramatically as he watched from afar.
To avoid being caught in the heavenly lightning's reach, Lu Xiaotian suppressed his aura to the utmost, lest his presence bring unforeseen complications to the tribulation.
The wounds on Di Kun did not frighten him. On the contrary, a hint of excitement appeared in his crystal-red eyes. A grayish glow passed over him—the aura of the Seven-Night Nether Ancient Flower—and the wounds on his body began healing at a visible speed.
But the heavenly lightning seemed to have taken this as a provocation. More than a dozen bolts, each thicker than a thigh, immediately crashed down like a violent storm, striking at Di Kun.
Lu Xiaotian's expression darkened. Di Kun had already been injured and was still recovering. If he took another dozen or so bolts head-on, he would only suffer