There was a slim chance a Cultivator could try for Foundation Establishment again later.
But from what Xiao Mo knew, only one in a thousand Cultivators succeeded on their second attempt.
BOOM!
The moment the thunder cracked, that bolt of purple light from the horizon had already smashed down.
Xiao Mo didn't dodge.
There was no dodging the Celestial Thunder anyway.
He stood his ground and took the first bolt head-on.
When the lightning dissipated, he lowered his head and coughed twice. The taste of char filled his mouth, and his throat felt like it had been scoured by smoke.
Xiao Mo's face, hands, and the skin visible through the rips in his clothes were all covered in black scorch marks.
He blinked and shook his head. Tiny golden stars still floated in his vision, and a ringing lingered in his ears.
Xiao Mo looked toward the three figures in the distance. His vision was hazy; he could only make out their blurred silhouettes.
