Yang Zhen was injured, and moreover, disabled.
One leg was just gone; even if he were to survive, his strength would be greatly diminished, not to mention it was a leg that was lost.
Everyone stared blankly at Yang Zhen in the midair, their faces filled with bewildered confusion.
Those who regarded Yang Zhen as their faith, quite a few of them even shed tears.
The crowd gazed dully at the do-nothing Yang Zhen in the midair, as if he had given up all resistance, under such divine punishment, he actually gave up all defense. Could it be… Yang Zhen already knew he couldn't make it through this divine punishment and gave up on his own life?
Endless thunder kept surging wildly, without the slightest sign of subsiding.
In midair, the terrifying chains of lightning connected between Yang Zhen's body and the heavens, like long explaining ropes, completely draining the life essence out of Yang Zhen.
