"How many power plants' worth of lightning did Mo Qizheng absorb? This is terrifying."
Su Yue stared wide-eyed. Even with the protection of his Qi Blood, blood still trickled from his eye sockets.
Meanwhile, Yan Chenyun and Wang Yetao formed a massive shield at the center of the collision. This was the only way to block the spreading shockwaves in the sky. Otherwise, without Fei Ningxiao even needing to lift a finger, the mere blast from this clash could have destroyed the Research Institute's Underground City.
RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
The deafening roar lasted for several seconds, causing many of the wounded to faint on the spot. Wang Yetao and Yan Chenyun could only block the concussive force; they could do nothing against the sound and light.
"He's injured! The Blood Boiling Race's Paragon is injured!" a major general at the resettlement point shouted.
