Chapter 894: Metamorphosis, the Threshold of Innate!

Yet right then, the moment he stopped releasing that violet aura, the lightning around him seemed to soften. It still streamed through his body without end, but the damage it caused dropped sharply. Lightning surged through his meridians again and again. Sweat poured off him in sheets, thick and murky, reeking with a rancid stench. Boreas Sharp had no attention to spare for the filth. He focused on sensing the state of his body. The current still rampaged inside him, and he still struggled to...