When the first three floors had been completely emptied, dark clouds overhead were clearly shot through with lightning. The air of destruction caused the hearts of the people around to pound with unease.
At this moment, CRACK—
A bolt of lightning struck down, flipping the roof off the Scripture Pavilion and landing squarely on the cross-legged Shen Changqing.
As the lightning fell, his Flesh gently vibrated, and the lightning patterns on it grew even more dazzling.
BOOM!
BOOM!!
Lightning bolts struck down one after another, seemingly intent on obliterating the person below. However, no matter how fiercely the lightning struck, it could not shake Shen Changqing's Flesh in the slightest. The lightning grew even denser, and the vast Scripture Pavilion was now completely bathed in a sea of thunder.
