The lightning bolt's strength surged everywhere within Chu Liuyue's body, and it almost tore and ripped apart her organs and tissue.
She clenched her teeth as the intense, bloody scent filled her mouth. Her face was as white as a sheet, and large beads of sweat kept dripping down her forehead.
At this point, she already knew that her palm was rotting without even looking.
The fresh red blood followed her wrist and fell, but she was still holding the hilt tightly and didn't let go.
Forcefully enduring the terrifying pain, she used her last bit of rationality to circulate her force. The waves of force were exerted out from her limbs as they slowly smoothened out and tidied the ill-disciplined and crazy strength of the lightning bolt.
As this happened, she gathered the lightning bolt's strength in her hands again. She then inserted that strength within the Cloud-Sky Copper Sword.
