At that moment, Wu Shen opened his palm, shining brightly, with runes floating in the air.
Lin Yuan's baby had a warm feeling. There was a fleeting moment in the cracks of the Yuan baby.
Lin Dun's face was expressionless, but he felt relieved because he bet correctly.
However, this sense of comfort, Forest Dust did not enjoy for a minute before it disappeared, and once again Forest Dust was subjected to the intense pain of being struck by lightning, life was worse than death.
What followed was a cycle. Whenever Lin Yuan's treasure was about to collapse, Wu Chen would take care of Lin Yuan's treasure, then let Lin Dun be struck by lightning again, and he would explode into a circle.
Time flowed like water. Forest Dust was busy enduring the intense pain brought by lightning. It did not know how much time had passed. At this moment, every minute felt like a year to Forest Dust.
