As the potion flowed into his body, the previously paralyzed limbs regained some sensation, and consciousness within his mind began to stir tumultuously, filled with a violent impulse to do something, anything to release this power that had no outlet.
Leaning against the rock wall, he was gasping for air with strands of heat rising from his body, and his pupils turned a dark red.
At that moment, Yang Che stopped using electric shocks and instead charged forward, clutching the Light Saber in his hand.
Whoosh—
Amidst the shrill sound of slicing through the air, the Light Saber suddenly came down, cutting through the stalagmite the phantom had dodged behind, leaving a massive torn wound in its trail, charred to a crisp.
If not for the high-quality Invisibility protective clothing, the other might have been bisected on the spot.
