Old friend

The pain that Zuan felt was only felt after his intermediate objects ran out. Lightning strike after bolt of lightning could only be endured as best he could.

Zuan wasn't sure he wouldn't die if he continued like that, especially now that he wasn't a demon cultivator who could only die on a holy sword.

Jheeeeeeeeeddaaaar.

Jheeeeeeeeeeeddaaaaar.

The lightning that struck Zuan grew bigger. Zuan felt like he couldn't hold it in anymore, it turned out that this was the reason for the book and pen called death as he was currently feeling, the pain was getting longer and longer, making him almost die, thought Zuan.

In the midst of the pain he felt in the darkness, Zuan felt someone holding his hand. Zuan couldn't see who it was. After someone held his hand, Zuan no longer felt pain, nor did the lightning strike him.

From a distance Zuan saw a small white light, over time the light grew bigger and slowly approached. Zuan immediately opened his eyes, the pain in his body was still very clear
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