At the very moment of Bai Zhi'er's curiosity, she saw innumerable flashes of lightning striking down from the clouds.
Almost directly toward their direction.
The little girl widened her pink lips: "Brother Fuce, there's lightning falling from the sky!"
Feng Fuce reacted faster than her and had already stepped back.
The weasel, using all its limbs, tried to escape.
But it was too late!
Struck directly by purplish-blue lightning, it let out an earth-shattering scream.
The villagers at the foot of the mountain heard it and hid inside their houses.
Soon, the lightning dispersed, and the weasel, which was once half-human tall, was reduced to mere remnants.
Its Primordial Spirit was utterly destroyed.
Bai Zhi'er thought it was over.
But who could have expected that the dispersed lightning would sense something, and gather again.
They were like cold swords wandering around, pausing for a moment before flying straight toward Feng Fuce!
