The intertwining of intense pain and numbness seared Ye Qingchen's nerves with electric currents, making each breath feel like a struggle in flames.
Ye Qingchen's consciousness was gradually dispersing, but he was still unwilling to fall here.
He tried hard to focus, attempting to use the remaining Spiritual Power to steady his mind, but the intense pain and the oppression from the lightning made it nearly impossible for him to control his body.
He forcefully endured the excruciating pain, barely opened his eyes, trying to find a sliver of life.
However, the sight before him made him feel hopeless. The heavenly thunder continued to fall densely from the sky, like a merciless deity of death, giving him no chance to breathe.
Ye Qingchen's body was almost penetrated, his clothes tattered, and his skin charred.
