Not Fleeing Means Death

"Comfortable!" Xia Ping couldn't help but cry out.

With these Evil Demons blocking the majority of the purple lightning, Xia Ping only needed to withstand a fraction of it. The power of the lightning surged into his body, crackling and popping.

As these thunderbolts struck him, it felt as if he were receiving a massage. They tempered his skin, muscles, and bones, acting like a hammer striking his body to refine away impurities.

Instantly, this lightning energy was absorbed, refined, and devoured by the Sun Furnace. A massive surge of energy flooded his limbs and bones, converting into a vast amount of Gang Qi that poured into an opened acupuncture point.

Xia Ping felt his strength increasing bit by bit, his Gang Qi growing frantically. Every cell seemed to store a trace of lightning power, as if he were on the verge of mastering the force of thunder itself.

While he enjoyed the enhancement brought by the heavenly tribulation, the Evil Demons were in a state of utter misery.

"This is impossible! This human is a monster, a total monster!"

"Staying here is a dead end."

"Run! If we don't run, we die!"

The Evil Demons were gripped by terror. They finally realized that there was no path to survival in fighting this human.

They couldn't land a hit on him, but as soon as they got close, a bolt of lightning would strike down, and they would perish instantly.

The opponent was impossible to kill and impossible to hit, yet one strike against them meant death. How could this be called a battle? It was nothing more than a one-sided slaughter.

Finally, even the mental control of the Soul-Devouring Beast proved useless. The fear of death took precedence, and they broke free from its psychic grip.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!