I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 438 - 281 Oh My Lightning Storm2

They stood at the doorway or squeezed under the awning.

So curious individuals, holding umbrellas, stepped out of the store to look around.

Everyone quickly focused their attention on the spot that had been struck by lightning.

Faces were filled with amazent and curiosity, so pointing and trying to identify the charred remains of the wooden table, while others quietly discussed, guessing whether that mont signaled so kind of bad on.

After all, that noise

was really kind of frightening.

In ancient tis, this would definitely be considered a sign of divine presence, and even in today’s era, it could easily intimidate any ordinary human.

Previously quiet due to only the sounds of light rain, the street now buzzed with so discussions.

And at the center of the event, the little Taoist

turned extrely pale at this mont.

That thunderclap had rendered him completely distracted.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

The little Taoist’s bewildered gaze knew not where to settle, only aware that the curious fascination with the superhuman in his heart was slowly waning.

Give a break.

Who would still have the mind to pursue superhuman abilities now?

He felt it would be lucky simply to survive.

That colossal lightning, which seed as if it could destroy the heavens and the earth,

was less than ten ters away from him.

He could even sll the scorched scent in the air before his nose and the burning sensation.

If that lightning had deviated even slightly,

he would have been killed instantly.

He didn’t think his practice of so combat skills would be enough to withstand that lightning.

He was only capable of fighting a few ordinary people; he was certainly no superhuman.

Thus,

the predominant emotion in the little Taoist’s mind now was relief, as the complex emotion of pursuing superhuman abilities got weakened and pushed aside.

Regarding this,

Chen Yun used telekinesis to transmit his voice into the little Taoist’s ear from a distance:

"Go back."

After saying this,

Chen Yun remained silent, bowing his head to continue savoring the taste of snake at with pita bread.

Those who understand the tis are outstanding, and the majority of people would understand this principle.

So his words were concise.

He believed he didn’t need to say much.

The sheer force was the most powerful statent.

And when his voice arose faintly,

the little Taoist couldn’t help but widen his eyes,

apparently unable to believe that there had been a voice next to his ear.

He almost imdiately realized this was the Demi Immortal Chen he was seeking.

In that case,

the previous lightning was also Chen Banxian’s doing!

Thinking this,

the little Taoist’s face paled a few shades.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

But before he could ponder further,

suddenly, countless lightning bolts danced like dragons and snakes in the clouds, flashing brightly.

The dark clouds in the sky seed to be thoroughly angered by so force, showing an even more violent side.

Nurous lightning bolts no longer acted alone, but, like awakened dragons and snakes, scrambled through and interwove within the clouds, forming a bizarre and bewildering scene.

The lightning, no longer confined to single lines, twisted and turned, chasing each other as if possessing their own will, freely spiraling and leaping through the air.

So bolts, thick as pythons, swept across the heavens, leaving behind scorching trails; others, thin as threads, densely entwined to form a solid network of light, covering half the sky.

The collisions between the lightning bolts produced deafening thunder, each rumble like a pulse of the universe, shaking everyone’s soul.

They danced wildly in the air, their released energy causing the surrounding atmosphere to tremble as if the whole world were shaking in this thunder and lightning spectacle.

This was the energy left by Chen Yun after summoning the lightning, spilling out randomly without any directed influence, not causing any harm to the ground.

But although not lethal,

and not as imposing as the first bolt that struck directly,

the sheer number of them was enough to dazzle anyone.

Looking at this magnificent sight, the little Taoist couldn’t help but swallow.

The words he had been about to say were swallowed back.

The idea of approaching the superhuman weakened.

At this mont, it completely extinguished.

He didn’t know how strong the power above was,

but he knew that if it all struck down, turning several hundred ters around into ashes shouldn’t be a problem.

To achieve this level, one would be practically a human missile.

Or perhaps even more exaggerated!

The desire to approach such a ruthless character, I really must be sowhat neurotic.

Thinking this,

the little Taoist shook his head.

Picked up the umbrella he had dropped in fright, propped it up, and silently left without looking back.

At this mont,

he finally felt so relief.

Looking for the superhuman? Better to go ho and play gas!

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And many onlookers who had co out to see what was happening were now unable to move due to the scene before them.

Each person’s ears were filled with deafening thunder.

Silver light continuously flickering, illuminating their faces.

They remained silent as if frozen.

Just staring blankly.

Only a few who had been curious and ventured out with their umbrellas were now hurriedly running back inside the store as if afraid of being affected.

Those nurous thunderstorms looked

utterly terrifying!

They could make anyone profoundly feel the oppressive force of nature at that mont, as if the apocalypse had descended.

The nurous thunderstorms were like angry roars from the sky.

Such a scene made every onlooker uncontrollably feel their insignificance and helplessness.

As if in the face of nature’s imnse power, all human achievents seed trivial.

Not until everything ended and returned to calm, and quite so ti had passed,

did people finally begin to recover.

Similarly, the owner of the restaurant where Chen Yun had gone to watch the excitent, looking at the now-calm sky, couldn’t help but mutter to himself,

"My gosh, a Lightning Storm!"

The Lightning Storm is a scientifically imaginative teorological weapon in the ga Red Alert,

possessing extre power.

The Lightning Storm is not a regular storm but a ticulously designed electromagnetic pulse ocean, each bolt of lightning carrying enough power to destroy modern civilization.

Each strike causing a huge explosion, electromagnetic shockwaves sweeping all electronic devices making them instantly useless; building structures would warp and deform under high temperature and pressure, glass shattering, rebar exposed, concrete fractured, the entire city becoming vulnerable in the blink of an eye.

For the owner who had played Red Alert, the scene in the sky seed not too far off from the Lightning Storm of his imagination.

If those bolts had not been released in the air but had struck down densely,

it would have definitely left nothing alive in hundreds of ters, and no grass would grow!

Truly achieving the effect of the Lightning Storm in the ga.

Therefore, he couldn’t help but mutter so.

At this mont,

the surrounding crowd was just as surprised and confused.

They discussed among themselves,

"What... what is going on?"

A young man widened his eyes, replaying the scene of lightning dancing in the sky on his phone, still seemingly in disbelief.

So jokers in the crowd spoke loudly, "Which immortal is passing their tribulation here? May we mortals witness your celestial grace!"

As soon as he said this, a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

But mixed within were several voices agreeing, as if so truly believed this was a manifestation of so supernatural phenonon.

The children jumped around excitedly, their imaginations ignited, eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation.

And so more rational onlookers tried to analyze everything from a scientific angle, "This might be so new weapon testing or an unusual natural phenonon, but anyway, we better move away from here quickly to ensure safety."

The crowd’s discussions bubbled up incessantly, each person interpreting the sudden spectacle in their own way.

And no one could know the real answer.

When the storm had settled, the truth would also never surface.

But for that mont,

the surroundings were very lively.

And Chen Yun was like a contrarian in the crowd.

Sat back in the private room, sipping snake soup, as if all worldly concerns were unrelated to him.

No one could connect everything that had just happened with this man, leisurely sipping his soup.