1363: C1363 Flash Lightning Curse

C1363 Flash Lightning Curse

When King Qianzhen saw Yang Fann's face, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

What kind of miserable appearance was this!

Both of his wrists were completely broken, revealing deep white bones. Because of the great force, both his legs were deformed, as if only half of his breath was left hanging.

There was also a hole in his stomach, and one could vaguely see the organs inside. It was not a normal color, but it seemed to have started to turn black. This was the curse power of the Ancient Qilin Race.

Yang Fann was struck by Gu Lin's palm. At that moment, Gu Lin had already sent the curse power into Yang Fann's body.

After being hit by the power of the curse, he wouldn't die immediately. Instead, his divine soul would be unclear, and he would lose all his divine strength. The mist formed by the power of the curse would consume his internal organs and life force step by step, until all of his life force was exhausted, and he wouldn't be able to recover. Then this person would be dead beyond recognition.

King Qianzhen carefully picked up Yang Fann. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he still had to give it a try.

In the pavilion, King Qianzhen looked at the dying Yang Fann and spoke.

"Yang Fann, if I die today, remember to take good care of my Yeer."

After saying that, King Qianzhen gave Yang Fann to Little Firebird and rushed into the battlefield. He was fighting with the Gu Lin Clan.

Almost all of the people with low cultivation base had died. Apart from some elders and the seeds that were secretly left behind by the Gu Lin Clan, there were also some elders who had died. It seemed like there weren't many cultivators in the Wutian Continent that could be used.

"No... No..."

Yang Fann couldn't even speak. He could only shout silently, signaling Little Firebird to take out more pills and stuff them into his mouth.

He wanted to stand up! He wanted to end all of this.

Little Firebird looked at the determined Yang Fann and shook his head. He knew that no matter how hard he tried to persuade Yang Fann, it would be useless. This time, he didn't dare to try and persuade Yang Fann. No matter what, he wouldn't die. However, even if he died, he would die in a worthy manner!

Thus, he didn't say anything else. Along the way, he accompanied Yang Fann. He knew Yang Fann's temperament, understood him, and moreover. It wanted to fulfill his wish!

Little Firebird even felt lucky to be able to follow Yang Fann. Yang Fann had made him feel the coldness and warmth of human relationships, and had healed many of the wounds in his heart. Although he had never said it clearly, and always had a cheap look on his face, the days when he fought with Yang Fann, the path of cultivation had become livelier, and had more flesh and blood.

A deafening bang rang out in all directions, and blood filled the sky. The cultivators of Wutian Continent knew that they were going to lose this battle, but they still continued forward. They knew that this was their home. This was their Wutian Continent, the place they had to protect for the rest of their lives. Their parents, parents, brothers, children! They were born here and grew up here. Even if they died, they would never watch the Wutian Continent fall into a crisis and do nothing.

King Qianzhen and the Martial God were also severely injured. Their spiritual energy, which had already dried up, had become even more exhausted after being stimulated by the medicinal pills.

The battle had been going on for three days and three nights. The strength and divine souls of the people of Wutian Continent were already exhausted. On the other hand, the Ancient Qilin Race was brimming with joy of victory. Their faces were glowing green.

"Give up resisting. You are no match for me. As long as you surrender and become my slaves, I will not make things difficult for you." From beginning to end, Gu Lin had only attacked Yang Fann once. He stood at the side. He knew that the Wutian Continent respected Yang Fann.

He knew the principle of capturing the king first. Since Yang Fann was dead for sure, the Wutian Continent was now like an arrow at the end of its flight.

"I won't fall like this. Even if I have to die, I will bring all of you with me." Looking at Yang Fann's body from the inside, the black fog surrounding his internal organs was slowly being guided to a place by a bolt of lightning.

During the process of healing, Yang Fann was shocked to find that there was a silver light in his blood. When the lightning flashed, the fog seemed to have calmed down and started to churn.

Yang Fann held his breath and focused on the lightning hidden in his blood. Yang Fann looked like he was even weaker than a three-year-old child. But he didn't give up.

Little Firebird was still feeding the pills. Whenever he recovered a little, he would lose a little.

Yang Fann's current condition should be the most dangerous moment he had faced in such a long time. The power of the curse couldn't be broken. At least, with his current ability, as long as he was touched by it, he could only wait for death.

He couldn't remember how much time had passed, but beads of sweat dripped down from Yang Fann's forehead.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through his blood.

"Found it!"

Yang Fann immediately used his only divine sense to lock onto the bolt of lightning, even though the excessive circulation of his divine sense had caused some cracks to appear on his platform.1

In his divine sense, the Heavenly Palace and Sin Suppression Tower also became somewhat dim and dull.

"Xiaojiu, Little Ling'er, the second floor."

"Where are you all?"

Yang Fann examined his Divine Sense.

He found that they were all gone. A worried look flashed across his face.

However, this wasn't the time to think about this. He only glanced at them once. Yang Fann once again concentrated on controlling the lightning with his Divine Sense.

As the lightning was captured by Yang Fann, the fog in his internal organs began to surge.

First was the heart, then the liver, the spleen, the lungs, and the kidneys.

Yang Fann controlled the lightning to move around his internal organs and then force it towards the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. The lightning seemed to be able to absorb the fog. After a while, the lightning's body seemed to have become stronger.

"Phew." Finally, after absorbing all the curse power in his internal organs, the lightning trembled. It was as if it was trying to kill Yang Fann, telling him that it was full.

As the curse power dissipated, Yang Fann crossed his legs and grabbed another large number of pills and stuffed them into his mouth. He had eaten too many healing pills in the past few days, and the effects of the pills were almost negligible. However, at this moment, it was better than nothing.

It seemed like he would have to refine an invincible Blood Revival Pill, Yang Fann thought to himself.

As King Qianzhen and the Martial God had been paying attention to the situation on Yang Fann's side, their divine souls were slightly exhausted after being attacked by many people.

One of the Martial God's arms was cut off, and the wound was covered with some black smoke.

This hand was cut off by the Martial God himself, because he was also affected by the curse. He could only cut off one of his arms for the sake of the situation before him.

On the other hand, on King Qianzhen's side, there were also several dozen wounds on his body that were dripping with blood.

It was as if the Gu Lin Clan was a natural enemy of Wutian Continent. As long as they were injured by someone of the same cultivation level as them, it would be very difficult to heal their wounds. Even if they ate a lot of healing pills, it would still be useless.

Seeing that Yang Fann's blood and Qi had recovered a little, he relaxed and focused on the battle.

They all knew that in this battle, those who passed were in heaven, but if they failed, they would only die.

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