When the golden phantom dispersed, the thunderclouds around them returned to normal, still as heavy and oppressive as ever.
In the sky, bolts as thick as water barrels coursed through the clouds. The next moment, lightning poured down like rain, densely striking Ye Lin's body.
Lightning covered Ye Lin's body. Every bolt carried the power of peak Spirit Transformation—simply impossible to resist.
Even Ye Lin as he was now could not block them all. He could only let the lightning strike him mercilessly.
Yet the thunder seemed as though it would never cease, continuously crashing down upon Ye Lin. Even with the Unrivaled Sacred Body's absurd regenerative power, it could not heal him in time.
In only a few short seconds, Ye Lin's body was covered in wounds. Yet under the baptism of lightning, the bones, meridians, and divine soul within him gradually grew stronger.
The torrential lightning lasted for several full minutes before slowly fading away. When it finally dispersed, Ye Lin was half-kneeling in midair, covered from head to toe in blood.
His eyes were filled with blood, his vision blurred by it. He did not even have the strength to open his eyes.
The skin over his body had been completely stripped away, and white bone could even be seen beneath the mangled flesh.
Drops of blood fell to the ground one by one.
The next moment, the thunderclouds scattered, and the sky brightened once more. Just as Ye Lin thought the tribulation lightning had passed and that he had successfully overcome the tribulation, countless bolts of purple-black lightning suddenly appeared in the void before him.
Ye Lin's expression changed at the sight of the purple-black lightning. The lightning wasn't over yet? If it struck him a few more times, he might truly die beneath it.
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