Ling Han charged towards the thunderclouds.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There had been 50 lightning giants in the first place, and the heavenly tribulation only maintained that kind of intensity, and did not become any stronger than that. However, as Ling Han approached, it seemed as if the heaven and earth had been angered. Boom, another bolt of lighting blasted out, forming a new lightning giant.
It was not just one, either. Boom, boom, boom. The number of lightning giants became more and more. Some were brandishing spears of lightning, some were wielding swords of lightning, and some were directly using their fists, shooting out blazing bolts of lightning.
Ling Han was unafraid. The terrifying power of lightning was circulating in the Black Tower, so he, too, seemed to have fused with the Lightning-Element Regulations, and had become assimilated with it. Each bolt of lightning shot at him, yet did not manage to harm him in the slightest.
