Lu Yun floated in the air, his figure illuminated by flares of black lightning. Those at the scene inhaled sharply, their eyes betraying unease. The Dao Flower projection was right next to him—their truest target—but no one dared approach him in the end.

“Lu Yun!” Sword Divine Dongfang Hao’s voice suddenly sounded again. “I wonder how much lightning you have left after killing all those fur seals. You may look strong right now, but you’re completely empty on the inside.”

The man was spot on.

Lu Yun had expended almost all of the lightning he’d absorbed, and what little was left could be seen crackling around his figure. While he could continue absorbing divine lightning from the highest reaches of the sky, tribulation lightning was on a different level altogether.

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