When the purple thundercloud descended, Qin Xi looked at the others and said, "Get out of the way!"
His words had barely left his mouth when a bolt of purple lightning pierced straight through his body.
Qin Xi gritted his teeth and let out another muffled groan, but he endured it to the end.
Yet having lightning tear through his entire body was agonizing. His mind had grown hazy, and this strike was worse than any before it.
For a moment, Qin Xi felt as though he had died. He held on by the last scrap of will he had left.
Watching him suffer like that, Ao Xin and Di Qun were heartsick.
Ao Xin clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. He was terrified that if anything happened to Qin Xi, what would the rest of them do?
"It's because I'm too weak," Ao Xin muttered. "If I were even a little stronger, I could help Qin Xi withstand one more bolt of Heavenly Lightning."
Di Qun heard his muttering. She felt the same way.
Meanwhile, Leona had already arranged for her female disciples to relay messages back to the summit of Hanging Mountain.
One disciple knocked on Leona's door and entered. She looked at Leona respectfully and said, "Greetings, Leona. I've found out what caused the purple lightning and the strange phenomenon in the sky."
Leona sat beside the tea table, brewing tea. She gave a slight nod, not yet thinking it was anything serious.
Looking at the disciple, she said, "Then tell me quickly. What happened?"
After all, nothing like this had ever appeared in the Primordial World. The phenomenon in the sky looked grave indeed.
The disciple cupped her hands toward Leona and said, "Everyone says Qin Xi of the Heavenly