From Douluo to Defying Heaven and Becoming a God Chapter 50

The soul power within his body dissipated the instant the lightning entered, as if it had encountered its natural nemesis.

This bolt of lightning lasted only a few minutes on him, yet Jiang Chen felt as though an entire century had passed; had he not previously endured the torture of absorbing a soul ring, he likely would have collapsed from the agony long ago.

A few minutes later, the lightning vanished, and as the pain gradually faded, a sensation of numbness and itching began to take hold.

Jiang Chen sat up, his heart still racing with lingering fear. That feeling was far too terrifying; a single bolt of lightning had inflicted more pain upon him than the time he absorbed his soul ring.

The tribulation clouds above had not yet dispersed and seemed to be brewing a second strike, causing Jiang Chen's heart to sink to the very bottom.

He had no idea how many more bolts were to come, and he feared that each one would be more horrific than the last.

His clothes were now tattered, and his hair was singed, emitting a distinct smell of burnt flesh.

After checking his body, he let out a small sigh of relief, grateful that he hadn't lost any limbs.

However, when he looked inward, he was stunned. While his body remained intact, a full third of his dense soul power had vanished.

Damn it, this was only the first strike, and I've already lost so much soul power?

Although his soul power had scattered earlier, it had distributed itself throughout his body to resist the lightning's invasion; had that soul power not been there, the pain he suffered would likely have been several times worse.

Within the clouds above, the fluctuations of lightning grew increasingly intense, and it wouldn't be long before the second bolt descended.

He circulated his cultivation technique with all his might, attempting to recover as much soul power as he could—every bit counted.

A few minutes later, with a deafening boom, the second bolt of lightning crashed down.

Jiang Chen did not hesitate for a second, instantly unleashing his first soul skill as the Zombie God Armor covered his entire body.

A single bolt had already consumed a third of his soul power; he would be a fool not to use this skill now.

If he didn't use it now, he would be in for a miserable time once his soul power ran dry later.

To his surprise, the lightning strike was actually blocked by the armor; it could truly insulate him from the electricity.

Even so, a significant amount of lightning still surged through the gaps in the armor, as well as through his eyes, nose, and mouth.

The excruciating pain returned, though it was not as violent as the first time.

This was primarily because the armor blocked the majority of the lightning, preventing it from flooding his entire body as it had before.

His body now felt as if it had a thick dam built around it; the surging lightning was blocked outside and could only enter his body through a few spillways.

The lightning outside the armor did not vanish, but the pressure Jiang Chen had to endure was significantly reduced.

The lightning rampaging through his body was tempering him, much like when he absorbed his soul ring, and his body—which had already been cleansed once—began to expel even more impurities.

After a few minutes of coiling around him and failing to overcome him, the lightning began to dissipate. Just then, a suction force erupted from within Jiang Chen, instantly drawing the remaining lightning into his body.

Jiang Chen froze, immediately looking inward to investigate, only to discover that the lightning had been sucked into his Inner Core, merging into its golden half.

He hadn't noticed how the first bolt had disappeared while it was ravaging his body, but this time, he had witnessed the entire process with his own eyes.

Jiang Chen felt a sudden surge of irritation. He had been struck by lightning twice, yet the dormant golden lightning within him hadn't reacted at all; only after he had endured the baptism did it act like a glutton, swallowing the remnants of the strike.

It clearly felt like it was reaping the fruits of his labor, which left Jiang Chen feeling quite disgruntled.

But what could he do? He could only grumble to himself.