Dozens of lightning bolts struck the iron staff. Ye Haochuan had already prepared himself to face death. But what puzzled him was that he felt none of the numbness that should come from being struck by lightning.
"What's going on?"
Ye Haochuan quickly opened his eyes and saw the lightning flash and then vanish on the iron staff, completely disappearing.
Damn it, I knew it! Someone at the Core Formation Stage wouldn't be carrying around just an ordinary iron staff!
And Qinglei, seriously? She lied to me back then, saying this staff only had her spiritual imprint on it. This is clearly a treasure!
Ye Haochuan felt lucky—if he hadn't kept the iron staff, he'd be dead for sure this time.
"You idiot! If you had something like this, why didn't you bring it out earlier? You scared me half to death!" Long Piaoying hit Ye Haochuan on the chest angrily, her eyes full of rebuke.
Hell, if I had known it had such capabilities, would I have struggled so much?
