C235 Black Robed Man

Despite Nangong Fan's newfound strength after his breakthrough, he had weathered eight successive bolts of lightning. He wasn't quite at the end of his tether, but he was close.

His blood was boiling powerlessly as the final bolt of lightning tore through space and struck in an instant.

Nangong Fan gasped deeply, his gaze fixed on the elusive wooden lightning with a grave intensity