'Others dare to venture in, relying on lightning avoidance devices and luck... But I rely on my solid body!'
'Since others can withstand the dispersed current... then can I... perhaps try to face one directly?'
'Let's first try the natural thunder of this world and see how it is!'
Once this thought arose, it was like wildfire, impossible to extinguish.
A strong desire and challenge surged in Fang Qingyu's heart.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging Qi Blood, and tried to make his tone sound like an ordinary discussion. He spoke into the communicator, his voice calm:
"What do you think... if I get struck by the thunder here, what would happen?"
The words fell.
Crack!
A thick bolt of lightning conveniently tore through the dense fog not far away, and the ghastly white light instantly illuminated the small camp.
It also illuminated everyone's expressions.
Chu Kuanglan was munching on a biscuit; his body stiffened at the words.
