Gen Shuanglong looked at Mo Lin with an expression that seemed to view him as an ant.
His eyes were full of mockery.
A cold smile crept onto his lips: "Dying under this lightning tribulation is your good fortune."
In his eyes, Mo Lin was doomed to die today.
Even if Mo Lin had dumb luck and survived, he'd only have half a life left.
Then, killing Mo Lin would be as easy as slaughtering a chicken.
"Boom.. Boom.."
With each roll of thunder, a thick lightning bolt struck fiercely towards Mo Lin.
Mo Lin swung his fist to block the lightning bolt from crashing down.
Mo Lin's fist was covered in bloody marks.
His massive body resisted the falling lightning from the sky.
If it were just a few bolts of lightning, Mo Lin could still withstand them.
But how could Mo Lin fend off the relentless lightning?
With what could he block them?
Only Mo Lin could endure for so long; if it were Dao Wuxuan here, he would have died already.
