Chapter 3042 — A Surge in Power
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"Little Feng, there's a lightning rod over here. What do you think—if a bolt of lightning struck down right now, would she enjoy it?" Having confirmed that Sun Jingyan had only fainted and was in no immediate danger, Wei Zhao set about thinking of more ways to torment Little Eleven.
"Roar, roar, roar!" Hearing Wei Zhao's words, the Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast understood at once, and gave a lewd grin.
Little Eleven had no idea what Wei Zhao meant. Lightning? What lightning? The sky was clear and it wasn't even raining—where would lightning come from? But she knew that whatever Wei Zhao was saying, it was certainly nothing good, and certainly not nonsense. She might not have understood, but at least the spirit beast beside Wei Zhao had.
"What do you mean?" But even as Little Eleven asked, a bolt of lightning burst forth from the Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast's single horn and struck directly upon the silver needles embedded in Little Eleven's body!
The Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast had clearly grasped Wei Zhao's meaning. The current was kept to an extremely weak range—not enough to kill, but more than enough to cause agonizing pain! Of course, even so, applied to an ordinary person it would have been enough to electrocute them dead.
But Little Eleven was no ordinary person—she was a cultivator!
"Awooo—" Little Eleven's whole body convulsed, and she let out a shrill, miserable scream! The lightning struck the silver needles and formed a net of electricity, which ran through the needles and ceaselessly shocked every part of Little Eleven's body!
The sensitive parts especially—it left her half dead and half mad, dancing a breakdance on the ground!
The current the Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast released was unending. Being so weak, it could be sustained without pause for a very long time—unlike a big move, which was a matter of an instant and required a recovery period after each use.
"Ah—ah—" Little Eleven twisted and writhed in agony. Where the current had scorched her flesh black, it hurt and itched at once, and she wanted to reach out and scratch, but dared not—for fear that a careless touch would knock a silver needle loose, and the true qi inside it would explode!
She could only flail about like a water snake, dancing every absurd dance imaginable. She wanted to collapse to the ground, but dared not either. Terrified of dislodging a needle by accident, she could only stand there in torment, enduring the agony...
"Feels pretty good, doesn't it?" Wei Zhao watched Little Eleven with keen interest. "Tormenting people—who can't do that?"
"Ah—Wei Zhao, I beg you, let me go, I was wrong, I shouldn't have tormented your woman..." At last Little Eleven could bear it no longer and began to plead for mercy...
Little One's face turned exceedingly grim. Little Eleven's cries of pain filled him with unbearable anxiety, yet there was nothing he could do to help. He hated Wei Zhao, hated him enough to want to hack his body into ten thousand pieces!
"Wei Zhao? What's going on..." Little Eleven's screams had actually startled Sun Jingyan awake—a testament to just how earth-shaking they were!
"Nothing much. Just letting this bitch taste what it's like to have needles stuck in her." Wei Zhao spoke indifferently, without the slightest sympathy, turning a deaf ear to Little Eleven's cries for help.
Sun Jingyan smiled faintly. Watching Little Eleven's agonized state, a satisfied smile spread across her face. The pain she had just suffered had been returned in full upon Little Eleven—and then some!
To repay a person in their own coin, but returned tenfold and a hundredfold—in that moment Sun Jingyan felt utterly light. Wei Zhao truly had avenged her. Only, she simply could not figure out where Wei Zhao had found such a formidable helper (Burning Clouds).
"Wei Zhao, I won't let you off!" Her pleas for mercy having failed, Little Eleven began to make vicious threats.
"Oh..." Wei Zhao responded faintly.