"Wh-what...?"
Inside the thick lightning armor, an ancient skill that came from an extremely old scroll passed down from ages past, Xian Mei'er expressed her disbelief.
The golden lightning intended to protect her suddenly showed signs of rebellion.
The strangest and most mysterious thing of all was that Xian Mei'er could feel how the rune representing the skill Ancient Lightning Armor was fiercely fighting in her soul as if resisting something unknown.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ...
Water arrows filled with magical power continued to break loose from the waters on land, shooting towards Xian Mei'er who was standing on top of a thick branch.
As the seconds ticked by, Xian Mei'er began to notice that the defensive power of her skill was not only plummeting but the lightning intended to protect her began to slowly but surely burn her skin.