Ao Xin immediately turned to Di Qun. "What do we do? That thing seems to be getting stronger. The purple lightning bolts are growing longer and larger, and there's more and more energy packed into them."
Di Qun had noticed it too. She didn't know why the bolts kept growing, but she knew that as the eighty-one bolts of Heavenly Lightning fell, the later ones would likely be more powerful.
She looked at Ao Xin. "What can we do? If Qin Xi truly can't withstand them in the end, then whether we live or die, the two of us must block a bolt for him."
Ao Xin nodded without hesitation. He had been thinking the same thing.
Meanwhile, the Great Elder was terribly anxious. He had no idea what condition Qin Xi was in.
He had seen several of Qin Xi's friends begin intercepting the Heavenly Lightning for him. They were all doing their best for Qin Xi, but that did nothing to ease his worry.
The old man's anxiety was easy to imagine. He feared for the future of the Wudao Dao Field and for Qin Xi's life.
The Great Elder sat in a chair nearby, watching the scene and trembling with nerves.
Qin Xi opened his eyes and watched for a moment. Then, in a strained, hoarse voice, he said to the people before him, "You don't need to block them for me."
He knew how agonizing it felt to be struck by each bolt of lightning. He didn't want them to suffer that pain because of him.
Wukong looked at Qin Xi. "Leave that to us. We know what we're doing. Besides, they're only a few bolts of lightning. That's nothing to Old Sun."
The Nine-to-Five Admiral was worried about Qin Xi too. He could see that