The force within Chu Liuyue's body and the lightning bolt's strength fought intensely as they ripped and tore each other apart.
Every inch of her blood, muscle, and skeleton was being tortured again and again. Following the heart-wrenching pain, her physical body's tolerance was also gradually strengthening.
It seemed as though she couldn't feel pain as she stood there upright and endured the striking lightning bolts.
The third bolt!
Fourth!
Fifth!
…
Ninth!
Stars gathered on the Cloud-Sky Copper Sword as though it was a horizontal silver river in the night sky.
It was dazzling and mesmerizing. The pure and clean peacock-blue fire quietly burned on top and almost became one with the sword body.
The fire was scorching, but the stars were ice-cold. The two extreme forces intersected and formed a stunning suppression.
A bright lightning-like pattern appeared on the sword hilt.
