บท 720: Heavenly lightning for an eighth-grade pill (4)

Wen Wuwei was considered the calmest person present. The more he heard mu Zhen's words, the more he felt that something was wrong. He glanced at her coldly.

In the misty illusory Manor, everyone was alarmed and ran out one after another, looking at the courtyard that had been struck by lightning in shock.

One of the alchemists was slightly more knowledgeable. When he saw the thunderclouds in the sky, he was stunned."Is this the lightning tribulation that is produced when refining a tier 8 pill?"

The lightning tribulation of an eighth-grade pill?

Wen Wuwei frowned and turned to The Alchemist. "Are you sure this is the lightning tribulation?"