"It's fine, everything's okay at the moment."
The Artifact Spirit peeked out from the fog for a moment, observed, then quickly retracted with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"Is it really okay? How strong is the tribulation lightning?"
Han Yu's voice was particularly anxious in the Sea of Consciousness.
This time, the Artifact Spirit didn't even show his head, responding loudly from within the fog, "Just a drizzle, it's nothing."
He was in deep trouble, and after saying this, the Artifact Spirit felt incredibly guilty.
When the first tribulation lightning struck, Han Yu's flesh was nearly peeled away completely, revealing his internal organs.
If it weren't for that big heart still thumping persistently, the Artifact Spirit would have thought Han Yu was done for.
"Is it really fine? That's the tribulation lightning."
Han Yu was doubtful, not that he mistrusted the Artifact Spirit, but it was the tribulation lightning, could it really be as easy as he said?
