He'd been tortured for so long, and he didn't want to be content casually.

The Curse Immortal stared at Mo Bai tightly, looking at the blood lines that continued to spread on the surface of the latter's body, his face a little solemn.

This kid really has a lot of appetite, but isn't he afraid to kill himself in one bite?

Do you want to continue?

The Curse Immortal frowned, and then shook his head helplessly.

Forget it, the Lord of the Curse World has never been a reckless person, since he has this appetite, he should also know the danger, now, try to help him.

Thinking of this, the Curse Immortal no longer hesitated, and with a flick of his fingers, another thunderbolt of condensed power roared out, enveloping the black white body.

"Puff puff—"

Blood lines spurted out, and from a distance, Mo Bai seemed to be a pottery that was about to be broken, bursting out of small pillars of blood, and the cursed immortals couldn't help but tremble when they saw it.

Click.

The faint sound of shattering was almost imperceptible in the thunderous sea of thunder.

However, the curse immortal caught it in an instant, his face became solemn, his body tensed at this moment, his eyes penetrated the sea of thunder, and he stared at the thin figure.

The vast and violent fluctuations, like a volcano, suddenly erupted from that position.

The young man, whose body was covered in blood, began to glow.

The royal blue thunder in the body emanated from the blood lines, spreading all over the body, and waves of powerful and abnormal thunder fluctuations continued to seep out of those blood lines.

The Curse Immortal saw it very clearly, and the white body seemed to be unable to withstand this thunder, and it might be broken at any time. 、

"Drink!"

The inky white eyes also opened abruptly at this time.

His hands were sealed, and he shouted loudly, sounding like thunder, and the thunder pulp that permeated him was directly torn apart under his shouting, forming a huge vacuum area, which could no longer get close to Mo Bai.

The royal blue thunder arcs jumped wildly on the surface of his body, and these thunder arcs condensed, as if they had turned into a huge thunderstorm behind him.

"Is the power of thunder accumulated in the body too strong?"

The Cursed Immortal watched this scene closely.

Looking at this situation, Mo Bai's body could no longer withstand the terrifying power that he had accumulated in his body.

If you force it any longer, I'm afraid this body will definitely be destroyed.

At this time, Mo Bai obviously knew his own situation, and immediately looked solemn, and the curse marks in his hands changed rapidly.

Beneath the skin, there was a faint surge of royal blue thunder, and on his chest, several thunder spells condensed.

Obviously, Mo Bai is trying to break through!

The more and more violent royal blue thunder arcs kept pouring out of Mo Bai's body, and from a distance, his whole person was wrapped in that thunder arc.

Those thunder arcs flickered wildly, and finally turned into thunder and light, burrowing into the dark white chest.

And with the influx of these thunder powers, a huge thunder spell pattern appeared on the black white chest.

As the Thunder Spell gradually took shape, the inky white skin gradually turned dark, like a hard and cold stone, as if nothing in the world could destroy it.

And his body was also slightly taller at this time.

Mo Bai has accumulated the power of thunder for many days, and it finally came in handy at this time,