Just as uncle Liang was about to make his move, a loud boom was heard. The spiritual lightning finally struck.
Ling Chuxi's body sank as she was struck to the ground by the spiritual lightning. She spat out a mouthful of blood and her face was as pale as a sheet of paper. The meridians and sea of Qi in her body had also been torn apart by the spiritual lightning and her body was covered in blood.
Ling Chuxi struggled to stand up, but she could only barely support her body for half a day before she fell to the ground weakly. It was obvious that the first bolt of spiritual lightning had severely injured her.
Uncle Liang stopped in his tracks. His eyes were filled with shock. When the spiritual lightning wreaked havoc in the sky earlier, he already felt that it was powerful and terrifying enough. However, when it fell, he realized that the spiritual lightning was even more terrifying than he had imagined.