"Damn heavens, can't you be a little gentler with me?!" Ye Fan wanted to curse out loud. The pain was so intense that his face contorted as he awaited the second divine punishment.
Finally, the second thunderbolt split into numerous smaller bolts. As they descended, Ye Fan's pain intensified, and he grimaced once again.
"Just one more! I'm well-prepared, so bring it on!" Ye Fan shouted defiantly.
At last, the third thunderbolt struck.
BOOM!
Ye Fan staggered and fell, his body nearly cracking apart. If not for the protection of his godhead, resisting the probing thunderbolt with his physical body alone would have been anything but easy.
