The pain from being struck by celestial thunder is something few can endure.
Chi Yuan fainted three times from the pain before he gradually adapted to the sensation and barely managed to regain his composure.
His memory lingered on being elbow-struck in the throat and then being hit by the celestial thunder he summoned himself.
Unexpectedly, he should have died.
As he opened his eyes, he saw Wu Chang, equally disheveled, sitting not far away roasting meat.
This guy, with an enviable sense of relaxation, doesn't want to die hungry, even in death.
"Ha, did we die together in the end?"
Hearing Chi Yuan's voice, Wu Chang turned around and shot him a glare.
"I'm still very much alive, but you won't be for long."
Chi Yuan, enduring pain, forced a smile that was worse than crying, "If I'm not dead, I'm living in pain. Is that why you aren't killing me, just to let me experience this?"
