Bukong didn't know what to say.
"Is it possible that Feng Wu isn't dead?" Zuo Ming frowned.
Everyone looked at him as if he was an idiot.
"That's impossible. A thunderstorm like this can melt even a man made of iron, let alone someone like Feng Wu." Bukong shook his head. "She has to be dead by now."
Was Feng Wu really dead?
Following Little Phoenix's instruction, Feng Wu activated the thunder element in her body and covered herself with a thin layer of it, temporarily blocking out the lightning.
But it would only be for a little while.
Small streaks of lightning kept seeping into her body, and the pain was indescribable.
Feng Wu felt as if her bones had been burnt to a crisp!
The lightning seemed to have burnt her skin off.
All Feng Wu could do was follow Little Phoenix's instructions and cultivate according to the Lightning Technique.
