"How many lightning bolts?" Ye Xuan asked because he didn't think it was just one considering how flustered Chu Miao looked.
"Normally, it should be twenty-one bolts of lightning." Chu Hao replied, but this answer made the others take a sharp breath.
Twenty-one bolts of lightning!? A human could be fried by just one bolt and now they had to face twenty-one? Is that the price they had to pay for gaining so much power?
Before they could ask further questions, the clouds above rumbled with a deafening roar. The sky of the independent space darkened in a suffocating instant, like a curtain of black ink pouring down. The oppressive force of heaven and earth pressed onto everyone's shoulders, making even breathing difficult.
But that crushing weight was focused on only one person. Chu Miao.
Crack!
