At the peak of the mountain, Lěng Yè sat cross-legged, slowly channeling the thunder in the sky according to the incantation taught by the Tower Spirit. Before long, a mass of dark clouds gathered in mid-air, thunder rumbled, and lightning flickered intermittently. Lěng Yè took a deep breath, changed his hand seals, and an invisible force surged toward the clouds. The next moment, a bolt of lightning tore across the sky and struck Lěng Yè directly.
Boom!
Lěng Yè's upper garments instantly turned to ashes, and countless electric arcs slithered across his skin. If not for his cultivation of the Xuanhuang Holy Body, he would have already become a charred corpse by now. Lěng Yè's expression was painfully distorted, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his eyes were bloodshot. In that instant, he felt as though his soul was about to be torn from his body.
Chapter 288