Below, Li Xia clung to Chen Yong beside her and sobbed helplessly. Although she did not know what Chen Hao intended to do, her intuition—a mother's intuition—gave her a vague sense that this might be the last time they ever saw him.
Remembering how Chen Hao had insisted that she make him tomato and egg noodles that night, she realized she had already sensed something then. But when she questioned him afterward, he offered no explanation, and she had put it out of her mind.
Chen Yong fought back his tears as well. As a man, he did not sob like Li Xia, but shouted his unwavering support instead. "Son, well done! You've made your old man proud! Whatever you do, I'll support you! You'll always be your dad's good son!"
Hearing their voices, Chen Hao felt deeply comforted.
Engulfed in samadhi true fire, Chen Hao had his flesh burned beyond recognition in an instant. Relying on the extraordinary vitality that the five elements power supplied within his body, he desperately held on.
As the five elements power converged, an immensely powerful force erupted, shooting straight into the heavens.
The already gloomy sky sensed that power and instantly filled with dark clouds and rolling thunder.
In barely a dozen seconds, deafening thunder rang out from the clouds.
Enormous bolts of lightning churned and tangled within the black clouds like a swarm of dragons surging out of the sea.
Even through the Sky Curtain, everyone below could feel that world-annihilating power.
The surrounding Infected Creatures seemed to sense how terrifying that power was as well, and fled toward the outskirts in swarms.
His vision growing blurry, Chen Hao watched more and more lightning gather in the sky. At last, he smiled. "Is it finally coming? Hurry up, then. I can't wait."