Underground, Youmeng watched as vast streams of lightning, like silver snakes, passed through the soil,
striking her like piercing arrows, only to be swallowed by the Thunder Spirit Bead without a trace.
Not only did she feel no pain whatsoever, she instead felt a tingling numbness, as though an electric current were running through her,
as if the lightning were tempering her body, making it ever tougher.
Moreover, the lightning helped her better digest and merge the other souls her own soul had absorbed in recent days.
Surprise and delight surged through Youmeng's heart, and she eagerly anticipated the greater torrents of lightning yet to descend.
In the air, blood was already seeping from the corners of the Ox Demon's mouth. His hair hung loose like a madman's, and his clothes were in tatters, as though torn apart by a gale.
Only the two shields in his hands remained intact, radiating waves of light like two brilliant pearls.
The Ox Demon was utterly terrified. This was only the third wave of lightning, yet its power had already multiplied several times over, and the six waves still to come would only grow stronger.
How could he withstand them? Even if he survived, he would likely be gravely wounded and at death's door.
Seeing this, the distant onlookers began discussing it, each offering their own opinion.
"See that? The Ox Demon's coughing up blood. This is only the third wave. He definitely won't last much longer."
"Those two shields in the Ox Demon's hands are real treasures. I'll reluctantly take them off his hands later!"
"Pah! In your dreams! Reluctantly, my ass. They're clearly mine. That Ox Demon just stole them from me. Later, they'll be returned to their rightful owner!"
"Pah! You're even more shameless. Why don't you say this