Nobody saw any lightning, but they heard a sound like a thunderclap. As the sound faded, one half of Zhuge Cong's body instantly turned to charcoal, while the other half struggled to crawl feebly along the ground.
"Chen Nuo... spare my life."
Zhuge Cong's face was contorted with agony. That heavenly lightning had struck not only his body, but his soul as well.
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