gh, only at the second level of Light Finger, it’s far from enough," Qin Yi thought to himself. But as the giant hand retreated, he grabbed the blood-colored broken sword with his left hand.
A flash of purple-gold lightning, and the giant hand disintegrated, releasing a powerful electric force. Qin Yi smiled in satisfaction.
The purple lightning around Qin Yi scattered, abandoning the Three-Leaf Myriad Thunder Grass.
Qin Yi was amazed, surprised that the purple lightning had a primitive survival instinct. But he ignored the fleeing lightning and focused on the Three-Leaf Myriad Thunder Grass.
The herb, covered in purple, had three leaves entwined with purple lightning.
Through his sharp gaze, Qin Yi noticed small, peculiar marks on the herb’s body, each containing different types of lightning energy.
"So that's what the Three-Leaf Myriad Thunder Grass looks like," Qin Yi mused, intrigued. This was his first time seeing such a magical herb, and he couldn’t help but take another look.
Remembering his unconscious master, Qin Yi stopped admiring the herb and reached out to pluck it.
As soon as Qin Yi touched the herb, a powerful current of lightning surged into his body from his hand.
Seeing this change, Qin Yi quickly channeled the lightning from his Golden-Blood Thunder Origin Pill to counter it.
Inside Qin Yi, the two types of lightning clashed, the force spilling out and damaging his meridians. The intense pain made Qin Yi's face contort, feeling like his body was about to explode.
"Ah!" Qin Yi roared in agony, veins bulging and eyes bloodshot.
The purple-gold lightning fiercely attacked the invading lightning, gradually diminishing it. The purple-gold lightning shone brightly, as if asserting its dominance.
The invading lightning continued to wreak havoc in Qin Yi's body, ignoring the purple-gold lightning.
"Perish!" Qin Yi channeled more of the purple-gold lightning, overwhelming and consuming the invading force.
"Huff, huff," Qin Yi panted heavily, his eyes flashing with a murderous intent towards the herb.
But remembering his master’s need, he swallowed his anger.
"Brother Thunder Grass... could you lend me a leaf? I will repay you in the future," Qin Yi pleaded, clasping his hands toward the Three-Leaf Myriad Thunder Grass.
But the herb responded with a bolt of black lightning from one of its leaves, which Qin Yi narrowly dodged.
"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! You’re asking for it!" Qin Yi’s fury surged, releasing a powerful golden-blood energy.
The blood egg behind him glowed intensely, rejuvenating his body.
"Instant Thunder Sword."
Qin Yi roared, a flash of purple-gold lightning accompanied by thunder spearheaded a strik
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