Just as the whip was about to connect, a wild distortion formed.
Before the young man could react, the tip of his whip, which had just been moments away from crushing what was left of Eliot's manhood, suddenly appeared before his face.
BANG!
The young man's face distorted, his jaw shattered and his tongue nearly being cut in two.
He skid along the ground, his body shooting off into the distance.
Before he even landed, the humiliation had welled up in his heart. He had actually been slapped by his own weapon, in the history of the Void Palace, this was maybe the first time such a thing had happened.
He crashed into the ground, holding his jaw as his body was shaken by pain. If it wasn't for his relative immunity to lightning, the effects would have been even more drastic than it was here and now. He might have even lost his life.