Ruan Wei could not remember how many times she had been struck.
She only knew that her entire body ached.
The hand holding her sword hurt so much she could barely grip the hilt; her straining lower back throbbed as if it had turned into an immovable boulder; her legs hurt, her face hurt, and even the strands of her hair felt scorched and bitter with the tang of lightning.
At that moment, Ruan Wei thought with reckless self-abandonment that the Heavenly Punishment was really having a field day striking her.
Chapter 620