"Youth, you're the first foolish cultivator I've ever seen who dares to store my fourth-grade thunderbolt into your thunder pool. You don't realize that you're almost courting death. Your thunder pool may handle orange thunder, but it absolutely can't withstand the yellow thunderbolt. Therefore, you're about to die; your head will explode, and your form and spirit will be annihilated."
Qiluoyanfu sneered, looking at Zhang Bin as if looking at a dead man.
His words certainly had their logic and reasoning.
Zhang Bin had previously put red thunder into a regular thunder pool, which gradually began to shatter.
If it weren't for his fortune of obtaining the Little Lucky Star, which repaired his thunder pool, his bones would be like drums now.
And the yellow thunderbolt is, of course, much more powerful than the red thunder, and also much superior to orange thunder.
Putting it into the thunder pool is truly akin to suicide.
"Will senior brother be okay?"
"Can he withstand it?"
