In just a few seconds, his body had already recovered to its peak. Apart from having no Soul Power, everything else was exactly as before.
While Jiang Chen was still lost in that pleasure, the rumbling thunder overhead jolted him awake again. Thick bolts of lightning twisted and surged through the dark clouds, and the atmosphere in this space grew more and more oppressive.
Jiang Chen's heart sank. The eighth bolt had already destroyed his body in an instant. Just how terrifying would the ninth be?
The only thing he could use now was the Spirit Ring Upgrade Voucher, but he didn't have a trace of Soul Power left in his body. What use was upgrading this Soul Ring?
Even if he were given a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring now, he couldn't use a Soul Skill without Soul Power.
He regretted it a little. He should have used the Spirit Ring Upgrade Voucher from the start. Perhaps the boost in his skill's power would have slowed the rate at which his Soul Power was depleted, and he might have had some left now.
But there was no medicine for regret. He didn't know how many bolts of lightning remained, but the ninth might be enough to finish him off.
He sprang to his feet and sprinted toward the other side of the mountaintop. Yet the Tribulation Cloud seemed to have a tracking device attached to him, following his body as it raced along.
"Damn it." Jiang Chen stopped. If he couldn't get away, why waste his time?
He simply sat down. With only a brief moment left, he recalled the two lives he had lived.
Scene after scene flashed through his mind, finally settling on Old Jack's kindly, deeply wrinkled face.
If he died here, surely no one would find him.