One Strike

Just then, a thick bolt of purple lightning crashed down from overhead—sacred, blazing, irresistible. The Sacred Scarabs on the Faceless Monster's body had just fallen away.

Before it could react, the lightning struck it.

With a thunderous boom, the Faceless Monster's indestructible body immediately began to tremble, smoke rising from it.

Sizzle, sizzle.

In the passageway, the buzzing in Augustine's mind stopped instantly, and he abruptly came back to his senses. He looked at Dole in boundless shock. That lightning carried a trace of the true intent of heavenly lightning. This fellow had already touched the threshold of Level Seven—how was that possible?

The next moment, another bolt of lightning appeared over the Faceless Monster's head. Boom.

The Faceless Monster had been careless. It had underestimated Augustine, assuming Dole was like him and had few tricks to use. Yet after being struck by that bolt of lightning, it remained rooted to the spot.

Lightning was like that kind of origin attack—it affected both the flesh and the spiritual world. After the Faceless Monster's body was struck by lightning, its consciousness found it difficult to gather as well, leaving its entire body frozen where it stood.

Bolt after bolt of lightning fell. The Faceless Monster's body twisted and shuddered without end. The scorching currents seared its flesh, sending up plume after plume of smoke as though it were about to be roasted through.

Yet the Faceless Monster still stood tall without falling, its hollow, pale face fixed stubbornly in Dole's direction.

Dole was cautious as well. This Faceless Monster truly was tough. Unless he shattered its consciousness, he could not kill it at all.

As he continued unleashing lightning, he said to Augustine beside him, "Watch out. It may be about to adapt to my witchcraft attacks and use that kind