For the moment, Bulan couldn't pull his hand away.
Bulan was startled, then immediately understood his opponent's intention.
'Trading injury for injury? Is he not afraid—'
His thought was cut short. Bulan quickly saw lightning flash across Lü Zhong's body, heralding an imminent, terrifying burst of Tribulation Thunder.
The move was too ruthless for Bulan to react in time.
Helpless, he could only tap his left arm and abandon that part of himself. If he had taken the full force of the Tribulation Thunder, his soul would have been scattered to the winds.
CRACKLE!
Blinding lightning filled the area.
Amidst the flashes of light, a dark figure dodged away with a SWOOSH.
Bulan looked down at his body, which had suddenly grown several shades fainter. His gaze toward Lü Zhong was once again filled with fear and hatred, now laced with a new, vicious malice.
He had been severely wounded in that last exchange, a bitter price to pay.
