At that moment, Lin Fan reached out a palm, condensed a symbol, and struck toward the sky. Time seemed to slow, then began to flow backward.
Even the endless lightning was no exception. It froze at a certain instant, like a picture held still, then was swallowed by the symbol and dissolved into nothing.
Crack!
Yet the thunder came without end, one wave rising before another had subsided. It crashed down fiercely again, impossible to defend against, determined to kill him.
Moreover, the lightning in the sky was strange, a riot of colors like a geomagnetic aurora, pouring down here and gathering into a river.
It had grown stronger, its power rising another notch. Every time it struck Lin Fan, it left a gaping hole through his body, a truly gruesome sight.
This was a dangerous sign. Without question, he had fallen into a tremendous crisis. The bones inside him cracked from time to time, shattered by the strikes.
Had the immortal bone not been healing him and repairing his flesh, he would surely have been crippled long ago, or even reduced to a heap of charcoal.
"My art is only in its infancy, and it's already brought down heavenly punishment. What rotten luck!" Lin Fan gave a bitter laugh, then was overcome with joy.
Though his life hung in the balance, his eyes grew ever brighter. Heaven and earth had sent down a great tribulation to bar his path, which meant the art he had comprehended was powerful-extraordinary.
This could be seen in the tribulations faced by dazzling cultivators. Because the Heavens feared them, they were subjected to the harshest punishment.
Boom!
Lin Fan groaned and cried out as a bolt of scarlet lightning struck him. His shoulder exploded, bone fragments scattered, and blood streamed down, leaving his marrow