Yan Chihuo's heart jolted. He had seen this bolt of lightning earlier and had already calculated where it would strike, certain he would not be hit directly. Yet for some reason, the bolt had shifted slightly. The angle was not large, but it happened to be precisely where Yan Chihuo now stood.
Though startled, Yan Chihuo did not panic. He swept his gaze around, and his body vanished. The next instant, he appeared over a hundred zhang to the left. But the moment he showed himself, another bolt of purple lightning came crashing down.
This time, Yan Chihuo had no time to dodge. The Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword flew out and blocked above his head. With a thunderous boom, Yan Chihuo's entire body shook violently, an indescribable misery surging through him. Yet inwardly, he cried, What is going on? Why did this bolt change direction too? Could the direction of the lightning here shift? Even if it can, why does it strike at me every single time? If this lightning can track its target, why has it chosen only me?
Suddenly, he glanced at the whirlpool on the sea and came to a realization. The lightning's direction seems to be connected to that whirlpool! Yan Chihuo's mind raced, and he immediately thought of a possibility: the changes in the lightning's direction were caused by the whirlpool's pull.
As for why it targeted only him, it was because he possessed the Spiritual Eye. He could see where the lightning would fall one step ahead and calculate in advance the best position to evade it. That position happened to lie in the lightning's altered path. The other Cultivators and demons, however, adapted to whatever came their way, evading only at the instant the lightning descended. This increased the risk, but it