Chapter 4907 — The Difference Between Thunderbolts
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Better to risk a run for it than to sit here and wait for death. Even if the escape drew other dangerous beings down on him, that still beat being struck by the bolt overhead.
With Wei Zhao's present strength, his Butterfly Microstep was now far faster than before—to ordinary eyes, no different from teleportation. Yet no matter how he ran, that near-violet bolt kept circling above his head.
Wei Zhao's heart shook with terror, and he could only clench his teeth and keep sprinting madly, bringing out even his ultimate movement technique, the Extreme Butterfly Microstep. It was useless. However fast he was, he could never outrun the near-violet bolt overhead—the thing really did seem to have locked onto him!
Ever since he had gained his formidable lightning attribute, Wei Zhao had been delighted with it, and this time especially, when the lightning attribute had taken the lead in fusing the unprecedented composite eight spirit roots, he had been overjoyed. But now he found it a genuine headache. The lightning attribute was powerful, yes—but this lightning-rod trait of his was a fatal nuisance!
So it was true that every blessing carried its curse. To think one could hog all the good things for oneself was pure folly.
Boom! With a thunderous crash, the near-violet bolt that had been circling overhead finally came down—and struck Wei Zhao square on the crown of his head!
The strike froze Wei Zhao where he stood, his whole body convulsing and struggling as though pinned in place, arcs of electricity and sparks crawling over him in a horrifying display. Had anyone been watching closely, they would have seen that the current had lifted him clear off the ground—he was being held aloft purely by the lightning.
An ordinary lightning tribulation could do Wei Zhao no harm at all; even a tenfold tribulation he could grit his teeth and endure. But this near-violet bolt nearly blasted his soul out of his body, for its power was at least comparable to a fiftyfold lightning tribulation!
"Mother of hell!" Wei Zhao roared in agony, nearly stunned unconscious on the spot. Luckily a sliver of awareness remained; had he blacked out, he would have been dead beyond any doubt.
With that powerful lightning attribute inside him, Wei Zhao was now essentially a giant human storage battery—able not only to discharge but to store charge. An ordinary tribulation he could simply absorb outright. But this was a full fiftyfold tribulation, far beyond the limit he could withstand!
Never mind a living, breathing man—had he truly been a storage battery, it would surely have burst on the spot.
For an instant, Wei Zhao stood a hair's breadth from death.
Fortunately, after a spell of dizziness, Wei Zhao realized he had actually pulled through. Though his body seethed with exceedingly dangerous lightning force, luckily it had not run wild—it had been drawn in and held around the composite eight spirit roots, with the lightning attribute at their core. Otherwise ten lives would not have been enough to save him.
It felt as though a bomb of immense power lay buried in his body, ready to blow him to dust the moment it went off. But by good fortune it was a time bomb: so long as he did not jostle it carelessly, he had a little time left to defuse it.
The vast lightning force stirred restlessly within Wei Zhao. The only thing he could do now was refine it before it ran out of control—and because it so far exceeded what he could bear, the whole process was exceedingly difficult, every fraction refined feeling as though it would burst his dantian and meridians apart.
Without a willpower far beyond the ordinary, refining all that lightning force by sheer endurance would have been out of the question—even holding on to the last shred of consciousness would have been a vain hope. But fortunately, Wei Zhao somehow miraculously held on.