Liu Ming stood still, his chest heaving, and with a flick of his hand, he took out a pill and swallowed it. He circulated his cultivation technique to stimulate the medicinal power, and finally his face gradually regained some color.
He looked at the charred marks on the Demon-whipping Whip in his hand, a trace of lingering fear appearing on his face.
The chaotic-colored divine thunder was clearly not the thunder power of this realm, perhaps it was some sort of heavenly thunder from the upper realm, its power completely surpassing the Jiutian Divine Thunder. If it weren't for the Xuanling treasure, the Demon-whipping Whip, blocking it at first, and most of the remaining thunder power being absorbed by the Qiankun Thunder Ring, he would most likely have perished here today.
