A few breaths later, the clustered lightning arcs cracked down. Before Ye Mo could react, tens of bolts that were twice as large as before fell on Ye Mo.
Ye Mo was scared shitless. Without hesitation, he released his octagonal cauldron and Zi Xu. But even so, more than ten bolts fell on his body. There was one that was the size of a muscular man's arm.
Ye Mo spat mouthfuls of blood, he was heavily injured already. There was not a single part of his body that was fine. This divine damnation was ambushing him. Ye Mo was sure that if he didn't have the octagonal cauldron or used it too late, he would be dead.
This wave had 63 bolts of lightning, there were 7 waves of lightning altogether.
