Seeing this, Guan Yang and the Green Concubine heaved a sigh of relief and sat down weakly. They didn't have to worry at all about whether Beiting Huang would die. If he could survive like this, it could only be said that Beiting Huang was the biological son of the Creation God.
"Ah!"
A blood-curdling scream tore through the sky. Everyone was extremely tense at this moment. They could not help but look in the direction of the sound. Lightning, which was as thick as a pinky finger, had actually attacked Zhi Ming. The Divine Lord, who was originally wearing a white robe, had already turned pitch-black. Thick smoke curled up on his body, and a burnt smell spread.
What was going on? Was the lightning actually used to attack Zhi Ming?
No, that was impossible. No one would believe that logic.