Lightning is the only way

As the wave of weakness slowly began to fade, though still lingering at the edges of his senses, Max felt control returning to his body.

'I have to act now.'

Without hesitation, he called upon his strongest technique—

Ten Hands of Lightning God.

The moment he activated it, lightning surged violently around his body.

Crackling. Writhing. Coiling like a storm waiting to explode.

"You think lightning will help you? Naive!"

The creature sneered, its disdain dripping from its voice.

But Max ignored it.

He had already committed.

The lightning gathered, forming thick arcs that wrapped around his entire being, spiraling with unrelenting intensity.

And then—

A massive ring of lightning as large as his head materialized at his left side.

It glowed in pure, searing purple, its energy pulsating like a miniature storm of destruction, condensing more and more with each passing second.