Soon, the third, fourth, fifth and sixth purple lightning had descended and a hole that was 3m deep had appeared where Fan Yuqing, Ye Jing and Xuan Danfeng were and they were all lying on the ground now…
Even the horn of the Tyrant Behemoth had cracked under the pressure of the continuous lightning strikes. The only thing that was unaffected by the lightning strikes was Ye Jing's immortal sword.
The seventh purple lightning had burst from the dark heavens like a furious coiling dragon and was now flashing to the ground below where Fan Yuqing, Feng Minyue, Xuan Danfeng and Ye Jing were.
Fan Yuqing quickly mustered all her strength to stand up as she raised her palm to receive the full fury of the seventh purple lightning as she coughed out blood before she was slammed in a circle onto the ground while Ye Jing, Feng Minyue and Xuan Danfeng were scattered around the newly created pit as they coughed out a few mouthful of blood.