I Am an Archmage

Boom! Boom!

Even through the thick flesh of his belly, Li Ziran could hear the rumbling beneath his navel, as though a motor had been installed there, endlessly drawing Lightning magic power from his body.

At that moment, he could even feel the flow of his blood, like roaring tigers charging wildly. The blood scraped through his veins, raising layer after layer of electric radiance that spread across his skin.

Crackle!

Li Ziran had barely sat up when forked lightning sprang from his palms, scurrying wildly around him like static electricity and vanishing only half a meter away. The area around him had clearly become a special force field.

This was obviously a sign of losing control.

In the memories Li Ziran had absorbed, an Archmage could completely compress such lightning within their organs. Only when magic needed to be cast would the Elemental Gland draw out magic power, gather the elements, and transform them into magic.

Rather than being like Li Ziran now, with electric light seeping from every pore.

This was understandable. Although he had made ample preparations during the organ modification, truly controlling the organs was another matter entirely.

The organs were merely the foundation. To wield these electric sparks as freely as one pleased, he would need arduous training.

Magic was a dead thing. What was truly flexible was its controller. Fortunately, he had obtained this Archmage's magical memories.

Li Ziran slowly spread open his palm. Electric radiance seeped along his capillaries and formed pulsing thunder in the center of his hand.

At that moment, a special formation appeared in his mind: Thunder Prison.

It was a three-dimensional formation, formed from three special formations closing together into a cuboid structure.

This formation was nowhere near as profound as Sandrew's Bone Dragon Formation. At most, it was