Wang Baole’s expression changed. He looked at the giant lightning finger that had occupied more than half of the sky. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt a strong sense of danger.
He knew very well that his true form was an indestructible three-foot-long black wood. Based on what he had experienced in his previous life, it was impossible for the mere lightning finger to shake his true form.
However... just because it couldn’t touch the black wood didn’t mean that it couldn’t touch the consciousness that had been born on it!
These were two completely different concepts. The life-and-death crisis at this moment made Wang Baole clearly feel... that the finger of lightning that had appeared in his eyes now had the ability to wipe him away!
Once he was wiped away, perhaps a few years later, the black wood would be able to give birth to a new consciousness. Perhaps it would be him, but to a certain extent, it would no longer be him.
