The rain from heaven nourished the already charred Fu Yunxiu. His whole body was paralyzed, unable to move at all, and he could only slowly circulate his spiritual power to repair his torn body.
I have to say, the last thunder was really fierce, if they could really be counted as one.
After a while, the calamity clouds completely dissipated.
Tang Mo and the others flew over and landed beside Fu Yunxiu. They looked down and breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes were still open and bright, so he should be fine, except for the more serious skin injuries.
"Oh, it's not time for you to refine the thunder." Tang Mo said sarcastically: "The last thunder is so special, why don't you try to absorb it?"
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