Boom!
Two forces of supreme thunder collided violently in midair, erupting with dazzling, eye-searing brilliance.
With the point of impact as the center, countless bolts of berserk lightning bloomed like a flower of thunder, turning into thousands upon thousands of glaring serpents of light that shot out in every direction.
Lu Lin's entire body shook violently. A tyrannical, unmatched force, filled with the aura of destruction, surged in through his fingertip and swept through his body in an instant.
His figure flew backward uncontrollably for more than a thousand meters. Sweetness rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Tearing pain came from more than a dozen places across his body. He lowered his head and saw that his arms and even his torso were covered in wounds both deep and shallow, as if sliced open by sharp swords. Fresh blood gushed out, and fine purple lightning serpents still writhed with a "zzzt, zzzt" along the edges of the wounds, continuously eating away at his flesh.
The finger he had used to meet the attack was now trembling violently beyond his control. The bones of the finger were clearly bent and deformed—it had already snapped.
Even with the toughness of his Martial Dao Golden Body, tempered a thousand times over, he had still been injured to such a degree. From this, one could see just how terrifying the power of Yu Qing's soul fragment's burning strike had been.
If not for his extraordinary resistance to the power of thunder, that strike just now would have been enough to take his life.
Lu Lin drew in a deep breath. The Thunder True Aura inside him revolved at high speed, and the purple arcs of electricity in his wounds, clinging like maggots in the bone, were swiftly