Right at that moment, some of the weaker disciples of the Chixing Pavilion simply could not withstand the immense pressure of the lightning's terrifying aura. They spat out large mouthfuls of blood on the spot, their vitality rapidly withering.
The expressions of the various pavilion masters were equally grim, each of them gritting their teeth to hold on.
They had no idea when this would end, but resistance was their only remaining path.
Chapter 512