No matter how powerful the Sword Spirit's witchcraft incantation was, it still couldn't devour and compress all of the lightning energy; all the remaining lightning poured into Lin Tian's body.
He felt as if his body was torn into pieces in an instant, those pieces then turned into powder, then into ash; his entire body no longer seemed to belong to him.
Lin Tian had long anticipated the pain, since he had already experienced lightning strikes before, but he hadn't expected this wave of agony to come so suddenly, and to be so searingly unforgettable.
Lin Tian's mental consciousness was like a small boat on the ocean, seemingly about to be obliterated by stormy waves at any moment; he could only rely on his powerful will, stubbornly clinging to the last trace of lucidity.
