Ye Tian was in agony. This Thunder Power was far too domineering, countless times stronger than the lightning from the Thunder Crow King he had once encountered.
His only sensation now was that his body no longer felt like his own. Countless gashes appeared on his skin, and his blood instantly stained his clothes red.
The most absurd part was that his hair was still smoking, each strand standing on end. His face was pitch-black, with only his two eyes retaining any color.
Zhang Xinlan was beside herself with worry seeing Ye Tian in such a state. It was the same way Ye Tian had felt watching Ye Bing take the second bolt of lightning.
Zhang Xinlan's heart nearly broke seeing him like this, but she couldn't share his pain. Her figure flashed as she quickly appeared before him, but Ye Tian had no time to spare her a glance.
