Mistletoe bristled all over, radiant with thunder.
Four bolts of Heavenly Thunder crashed down; just before one could strike him, Lu Xingyan flashed into the Water Moon, Mirror Flower.
The remaining three bolts of Heavenly Thunder were left for the devil cultivator, the flame, and the beast outside—one for each.
Only the bolt meant for Lu Xingyan was left hovering in confusion over where she disappeared.
The Heavenly Thunder crackled and fizzed, seeking the target it was meant to strike.
The devil cultivator, flame, and beast, blackened by the Heavenly Thunder, noticed its actions and, ignoring their own pain, retreated in unison.
Their withdrawal caught the attention of the thundercloud.
In the past, if it couldn't strike Lu Xingyan, it would wait there, dead set on waiting for her to reappear to strike her down.
But today was different.
It found a more suitable target to strike, still a Thunder Spirit Evil Body, and even more so, a devil cultivator.
