The lightning bolt, if it could even be called that any longer, considering the thickness had reached the thickness of Liu Yan's thigh, exploded upon contact with his chest, ripping his clothes to shreds along with it.
The energy coursed into him like a raging fire, burning his insides as it rushed toward his dantian.
Liu Yan had barely heard what Alexander shouted before the thunderclap drowned him out, and the booming explosion swallowed the words whole.
However, on instinct alone, when the energy crashed into his shielded dantian, he knew this was not a good thing.
The walls around his dantian quickly eroded, threatening to collapse any second now, and, by the pain this was producing, he knew it was a bad idea to let it happen.
Trusting the few words he heard, of letting go of his defence around his dantian, Liu Yan focused on his core, and retracted the walls around his soul and dantian.
