Lu Bu'er was indeed advancing, about to ascend to The Sixth Mercy Realm.
Faint thunder.
Before dawn, the night sky gathered dark clouds, and in an instant, lightning that pierced the darkness illuminated the rugged buildings, as if igniting the silent Watchers' Lighthouse, casting its light over the hunched back of the youth.
The rumble of thunder came from the sky, and from within him.
On the brink of fainting, his hands clawed into the ground like talons, leaving scorching scratch marks that looked like the trails of lightning tearing through the night sky, the arcs so sharp and imbued with a unique geometric aesthetic.
Xia Zhu released her right hand from his shoulder, her fair palm charred to a cinder. She lacked the self-healing ability and could only rely on Dark Matter for self-repair.
Lu Bu'er's military uniform had become tattered, with fiery streaks of electricity flowing under his skin.
His Fate Principle carried the power of the Divine Ashes Technique.
