Yan Li’s cultivation had long reached the pinnacle of the Earthly Immortal Stage. The moment he released his aura, the faint rumble of thunder could be heard in the air.
In just a single breath’s time, nine dancing lightning bolts came crashing down.
Yan Li’s physique was clearly not weak. Even though he didn’t charge up to face the lightning like Mo Wuji, he didn’t need to take out any form of defensive treasure; he simply accepted the blows of the lightning.
Waves of lightning landed on Yan Li. They tore through Yan Li’s skin, splashing fresh blood all over his body. Yan Li was truly tough; he didn’t release any grunts of pain, nor did he use any defensive treasure.
Standing by Mo Wuji’s side, Mo Qingche witnessed the sight with a palpitating heart. She said worriedly, "Grandpa, this Lightning Calamity is so terrifying. In the future, would I also have to face it?"
