The sound of thunder rang out beside her ears, yet she did not feel the severe pain of the lightning invading her body.
She opened her eyes in doubt and saw a figure standing straight in front of her with his enchanting mane of long silver hair swaying gently despite it not being blown by the wind. Under the cage of lightning that did not disperse for a long time, the sight of it contained an indescribable charm.
Huangfu Qingjue!
At present, countless lightning sparks flowed into Huangfu Qingjue's body. He was helping Ling Chuxi withstand the baptism of this eighth strike of heavenly lightning.
"What are you doing? This is heavenly lightning that strikes and alters the body! You won't be able to withstand it!" exclaimed Ling Chuxi in surprise as the emotions in her heart became a mess.
