"Zhang Ruochen, the Life-Death Trial is the most terrifying trial. Many geniuses die in this trial. The thunder will soon fall again. Do you want to die?"
Saint Wanxin screamed. He flapped his blood wings at the same time, escaping into the distance.
"I'll kill you before the lightning strikes me," Zhang Ruochen said.
As Zhang Ruochen charged at Saint Wanxin, the trial clouds in the sky also flew over. Thick bolts of lightning twisted together and fell down with a crack.
Boom!
Kaboom!
Zhang Ruochen and Saint Wanxin were both struck by the trial thunder. Their bodies shook and they fell to the ground together.
Zhang Ruochen's physical body was very strong. All 140 apertures on him opened, releasing bright saintly light, blocking the lightning's strength.
Of course, Saint Wanxin's physical body wasn't that strong. His skin was scorched. He looked like a burnt piece of coal with black smoke rising up.
"Sword Six."