Han Sen didn’t say another word. He simply laughed, looking at Nie Tian and Dong Li.

His laughter gradually became resonant, and then ear-piercing.

At the same time, slender cyan lightning bolts slithered from under his skin to roam all over him like spirit snakes.

They were condensations of his pure flesh power.

FIZZ! FIZZ!

The slithering lighting bolts suddenly made his scrawny body look strong and formidable.

Now, with lightning bolts as his cape, he ...