"Fellow Daoist?"
"Fellow Daoist?"
In a daze, there was a deep voice calling out continually.
The first moment Han Yu opened his eyes, he saw a red-brown face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, looking rugged, tensely staring at him from a foot away.
He found himself sprawled on the ground in a large character shape, having created a shallow pit, feeling indescribably uncomfortable.
For the first time, his entire skeleton felt like it was about to fall apart, with lingering soreness and numb pain in every joint.
After straining to lift his hand a little, he could vaguely see residual currents of electricity flickering by.
How many lightning strikes have I suffered?
"Three and a half strikes!"
Glass spoke with annoyance in the Sea of Consciousness.
Earlier, when the first tribulation lightning struck, Han Yu kneeled on the spot, with a smack, embedding into the ground from the sky.
