Thinking of this, Bukong and the other Spiritual Overlords wanted to stop fighting.
However,
How could they call a truce just because they wanted to?
Feng Wu was sitting on the roof, filled to the brim with spiritual essence.
She sat cross-legged quietly and focused her mind. Golden light lingered around her, and electric arcs flickered, making her look like a lightning person.
But because everyone was busy fighting, no one noticed her existence.
Only at this moment, after everyone stopped fighting, did someone notice that something was wrong.
"Hey, what's that?"
"That looks like a person!"
"That person is so fat. He's at least a meter wide, right?!"
"Hey, why does it look like a woman?"
"There's lightning on her body? Is she absorbing lightning from the sky? Strange, I didn't hear any thunder."
