More and more lightning bolts fell around them, finally making everyone understand why this level was called Thunderstorm Swamp.
"Don't stand in the open space, lie down!"
Anyone with even a basic understanding of physics wouldn't run around like that.
Jia Xitong called out to the senior brothers from Qing Shuang Peak in time, and the whole group of them lay down on the ground.
Lightning strikes tall people the most.
Especially tall people who carry metal objects.
Swamps don't discriminate by time of day; if you dare to step into one, you'll sink in.
The lightning overhead lasted for at least 15 minutes.
Apart from the nine of them, almost all the other peak disciples had run away. Those who didn't run either cleverly followed the methods of Qing Shuang Peak, got stuck in the swamp, or were knocked unconscious by the blows.
"Help! Help me!"
"Please help me out!"
"Damn, my whole body is numb."
...
The disciples who were just moments ago so arrogant and domineering are now in a pitiful state.
Do you need help?
When the kind-hearted Twelve saw a disciple trapped in a limbo, he stopped and was hesitating whether to help or not when his second senior brother grabbed him and took him away.
"What help are you offering? Take a look at the injuries on your senior brother's face first."
From this moment forward, Qing Shuang Peak and the other three peaks will be irreconcilable enemies!
"By the way, tenth junior brother, have you been secretly practicing lately?"
Suddenly so amazing!
The other eight fellow disciples stared intently at him. "You have a way to get stronger quickly but you won't share it? Tell us what it is!"
No.
The tenth junior brother raised his hand to indicate his innocence, "I think the reason I was able to fight Zong Ling to a draw was because of Junior Brother Yan."
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