The tribulation lightning struck down in wave after wave. Though Ling Tian and his clones had little trouble dispelling the bolts, they couldn't get rid of the Domain Power of the five kinds of lightning. It formed a multicolored mist that enveloped Ling Tian. Inside the mist, he quickly felt the effects of the Domain Power—weakening enemies and strengthening himself.
Within the hazy mist formed by the Domain Power, Ling Tian first noticed that his speed at absorbing spiritual energy had been cut. His main body was still doing fine, thanks to having gathered all five elements, but his clones were already struggling to keep their spiritual energy from running dry.
"Ling Tian, your clones cultivate their hearts, so they absorb spiritual energy through their blood vessels. That makes them much faster than ordinary people," Po Qiong said. "Even so, your clones are already having trouble keeping up with the rate of consumption. That should give you an idea of how terrifying the mist formed by this Domain Power is."
"Yeah, and this is only the tribulation lightning's twentieth-something wave." Ling Tian nodded, his tone turning slightly grave. "As the lightning keeps coming, the mist grows denser. I'm afraid its power will keep increasing, too."
"Mm, that must be it." Po Qiong sounded certain, his tone somewhat solemn. But he soon relaxed. "It's fine. You can take your clones back into your body, and since you have five golden cores and all five elements, you won't have any trouble absorbing spiritual energy."
"Right. If they can't hold out, I'll take them back." Ling Tian nodded gravely.
The tribulation lightning continued to crash down. Hundreds of bolts writhed through the sky like flying dragons, then lunged down with savage force, twisting and rampaging as sparks flew. The entire void trembled violently