Lin Chen's clothes were tattered and torn from the blast, his body's surface ragged and dripping with blood, presenting a very tragic sight.
Lin Chen had transformed into a chaotic mass of sword Qi, crazily grinding the thunderbolts enveloping him to dust.
The eighth thunderbolt finally shattered completely.
Yet before Lin Chen had any opportunity to catch his breath, the ninth thunderbolt was already descending again.
Above and below, everything was filled with boundless thunderbolts.
Beneath the vault of heaven, all was thunder!
Lin Chen, floating in mid-air, was instantly surrounded by this boundless thunder.
Under the sky-full thunderbolts, Lin Chen's figure seemed so insignificant, like an inconsequential ant.
Ziyun Zunzhe covered her mouth, her eyes full of worry.
The current thunderbolt could be called world-destroying, many times more formidable than the one she faced during her ascension to Da Luo.
