"This is going to be the end of us, the end! I told you, we shouldn't have come to Iceland—!"
Zhuge Hui swung his folded fan, summoning a gust of wind, his figure dancing upon the glacier with the wind, yet ultimately unable to evade the dense columns of lightning descending from above.
He suddenly looked up, his face and pupils illuminated together by the electric light.
"Old Hui—!"
Watching Zhuge Hui about to be struck by thunderbolt, Zhong Wujiu suddenly froze.
In an instant, he shattered the icy ground beneath his feet, shooting forward like a cannonball, donning the Nuo Mask and transforming into "Qiong Qi," with ink thorns spreading all over his body.
He leaped from the ice plain, shielding Zhuge Hui above his head, blocking the descending lightning column.
But in the next second, suddenly, the brightest and most dazzling blaze of white light fell straight down from the dim sky.
It crashed directly onto Zhong Wujiu's head.
