Zhang Chen wanted to curse, but ultimately did not, because at this moment he didn't even dare have the thought of cursing. Desperately, he maneuvered the Golden Scissors, weaving through the sea of purple lightning. He had to break out before the energy on the Golden Scissors ran out.
But looking at the boundless sea of purple lightning, Zhang Chen felt despair. No matter how unmatched the speed of the Golden Scissors was, the lightning sea seemed infinite, and basically the energy on the Golden Scissors was not enough for him to break out of it.
