At that moment, after enduring five bolts of lightning, Ancestor Hongjun landed on the ground in a wretched state.
They immediately sat cross-legged and began regulating their breathing.
A fresh round of purple lightning struck, and the Nine-to-Five Admiral did not hesitate. As the last of their group to take his turn, he charged into the air.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Three purple lightning dragons struck him.
The Nine-to-Five General had lost every trace of his former composure. He looked utterly bedraggled.
His whole body was blood-red, and his injuries looked severe. The moment he landed, he sat cross-legged and began regulating his breathing.
When Qin Xi opened his eyes and saw what each of his friends was doing for him, he was deeply moved.
With great difficulty, Qin Xi looked at them again and said, "You really don't have to do this for me."
By now, they had taken more than ten lightning bolts for him. Only the final few remained, and Qin Xi would have to face those himself.
After all, every additional bolt Qin Xi endured would benefit his future cultivation.
But that was only true if Qin Xi could withstand the lightning. They had stepped forward to take the bolts for him only because his condition had looked so terrible.
Qin Xi watched more and more purple lightning gather in the sky, knowing that they had already endured so much for him.
Qin Xi knew he would have to rely entirely on himself from here on. He tilted his head back and watched the purple clouds slowly gather together. The sky began turning a dark purple, until its entire expanse had changed color.
With his head raised, Qin Xi roared hoarsely, "Come on! Let me take these last few bolts!"
His voice carried all the way into