In such a sorry state, it wasn't that Lin Zifeng lacked willpower, but rather that his organs were no longer under his own control. His tear ducts had been ravaged by the thunderbolts, and tears washed away the bloodstains on his face like a broken dam.
Sweat poured down his body like rain, and just as Lin Zifeng's eyelids grew heavy and his body staggered, threatening to fall, the power of the thunderbolt climbed onto his skin and began to wreak havoc.
"Pfft..."
At this moment, the wounds on Lin Zifeng's skin, which had originally congealed with blood, surprisingly burst open. Countless streams of blood mixed with sweat dyed the barren ground beneath his feet a shade of crimson.
"Ah!"
Finally, a painful and unwilling roar escaped from Lin Zifeng's mouth. His frail body swayed a few times before collapsing heavily, and the last thing his bright eyes beheld was the warmth of a rising sun...
