Then,
Heavenly thunder strikes again.
From high above the lake, looking down, a curtain of thunder suddenly appears beneath the water... It is composed of intertwined and converged nine thunders from all directions, finally targeting that human-shaped black shadow... Zhao Rong's body spasms, eventually blasted out of the water and falling onto the grassy shore.
The man twitches madly among the clusters of Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers on the lake shore.
Even the force splashed from underwater has lightning coursing through it.
With his last ounce of strength, he supports his hand and flips his body over.
His eyes blankly stare at the sky.
Daydreaming.
Gui, speechless, says, "Forget it, don't go down again, your current physique can't withstand it. You've only submerged less than a quarter, likely not even up to the level a Martial Artist's physique can endure..."
Zhao Rong's eyes regain some motion, silently watching the sky full of stars above.
