Tian Sha was filled with dread of the thunderstorm, unable to dispel the shadow in his heart.
"Little monster, stop dawdling, if you don't want to die, move quickly!" Tian Sha snapped in a low voice, but when he flickered several meters away, he found Feng Wuchen still standing in place.
Feng Wuchen's face was calm, his gaze fixed on the thunderclouds in the void.
"The thunderstorm is about to appear; even I can't withstand this terrifying force. Are you seeking death?" Seeing Feng Wuchen unmoved, Tian Sha couldn't help but rebuke in anger.
"How often does a thunderstorm like this occur?" Feng Wuchen asked looking at Tian Sha.
"About every six hours," Tian Sha replied, puzzled by what Feng Wuchen had in mind.
"Such a terrifying thunderstorm, if even a Main God can't withstand it, then why is the Lei Ting Blood Pool completely unharmed? Haven't you ever considered this question?" Feng Wuchen asked.
