It was impossible for Wan Zhihua to watch her daughter die in front of her. Even if the purple lightning was incomparably powerful, she had to take the risk to save her. She did not hesitate to burn her blood essence to condense a huge flower-shaped shield, blocking the purple lightning.
Boom… The purple lightning struck the flower-shaped shield and shattered it.
"Ah…" Wan Zhihua could not keep the power at bay fully. The flower-shaped shield only blocked 80% of the lightning. The remaining hit her and pushed her back more than ten steps. It also electrocuted her until she was trembling. All her muscles were cramping, making it difficult for her to move.
The purple lightning was terrifying. Who on earth had created this lightning?
"Mother, are you okay?" Su Baifeng ran over and supported Wan Zhihua. At that moment, another bolt of lightning struck from the sky…
