Ye Fengsheng ignored the group of dying people. He didn't even hear the thunder. Instead, he used the thunder to illuminate the surroundings and took a moment to observe the tomb's environment, pondering how to enter it in the future.
While others faced death, all he wanted was to move forward. Why couldn't he get inside?
"Boom!"
In the end, the silver flashing Heavenly Thunder didn't actually fall on those people's heads. Instead, at a very peculiar angle, it made a hard turn in mid-air, landed on the cliff in front of the crowd, causing a massive explosion, and vanished without a trace.
"Oh?"
Amid the dust, Ye Fengsheng clearly saw the compass in Master Yan's hand gradually cracking, as if burnt by fire, turning into fragments and drifting away with the wind.
"No, it's okay. We're fine!"
When the first person reacted to what happened, he couldn't care for the cuts from rock fragments on his body, and shouted in excitement, tears filling his eyes.
Crying for joy!
