The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Chapter 727 - 425: A World of One’s Own_3

Yan Xiaobao said nothing. Instead, his eyes kept scanning the clouds overhead. "This is it. The lightning will strike soon. Use all of your Inner Energy to protect yourself, and if it’s going to cause too much damage, toss aside a small piece of metal to act as a lightning rod for the strike. Aim for those large rocks," she said, pointing at two massive boulders twenty meters away.

Yan Xiaobao nodded as he looked to the sky, gritting his teeth as he tightly clutched the piece of metal. He delved into his Lower Dantian and activated the beast core, letting crimson energy surge outward, wrapping around him like a shield. Yan Xiaobao was determined to finish forging as quickly as possible. Since everything depended on how much lightning he could withstand, he was willing to expend every ounce of energy in his body to resist it.

As blood continuously flowed from his arm, Yan Xiaobao suddenly heard the loudest thunder he had ever experienced. Moments later, his entire body was enveloped by an immense power, and everything turned pitch black before his icy-blue eyes.

The darkness didn’t last long, as it was instantly replaced by searing agony. The lightning coursed through his entire body, shattering a few bones under the immense force of the strike. The red fog protecting him completely dissipated, and blood sprayed from his mouth.

It was clear that Yan Xiaobao had underestimated the lightning. The remaining fog energy in his body now surged around him just as a second lightning bolt struck. This time, his entire body trembled violently, and even more blood spewed from his mouth. However, his bones didn’t sustain any additional physical damage. Though his face was pale, the fact that he had survived two lightning strikes in a row brought him a flicker of joy.

Knowing he had only seconds before the next bolt, he summoned his golden martial power and shrouded himself with it. This helped shield him from the next lightning strike.

Although Yan Xiaobao was struggling against the lightning, Cou Ling couldn’t help but feel a twinge of amazement as she observed how he endured bolt after bolt. Even though he was clearly gravely injured, he refused to give up.

Shaking her head, the Blacksmith shifted her focus from Yan Xiaobao to the sword on the altar. She positioned the blade under the stream of blood dripping from Yan Xiaobao’s arm. His blood had turned a shimmering silver, and the sword greedily absorbed it, drop after drop.

Cou Ling watched the sword hungrily drink up the silver-tinged blood. She held it under the flowing blood for two seconds before pulling it away, picking up her hammer, and beginning to strike the blade as if the blood were flames and the stone altar her anvil.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of the hammer hitting the blade echoed as sweat coursed down the woman’s forehead. Each droplet fell onto the altar sizzling, releasing steam that rose upward. Though the steam made it harder for her to see what she was doing, she pressed on relentlessly.

Under Yueyue’s steady hand, the sword greedily drank more and more blood. The blood’s color deepened into a brilliant silver, and by now, it gleamed intensely under the radiant light, with tiny currents of electricity sparking within its core.

At this point, Yan Xiaobao had endured three of the nine lightning arrows. But as he prepared himself for the fourth strike, he had to grit his teeth harder. His martial power was entirely depleted, his Qi and spiritual energy were drained, and the beast core was now completely exhausted as well.

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