The Wutong Tree was well-informed and knowledgeable. He was far from what Ou Yangming and the others could compare to. He looked into the distance and thought for a while.
Afterward, he said, "There's a way."
"What way? Tell me!"
Ou Yangming's eyes were filled with joy.
Old Wutong responded slowly, "The ancient Bloodthirsty Insects' outer shells are extremely tough and difficult to deal with, but there's a flaw. They're afraid of lightning."
The heavenly path had its rules and would not allow a perfect species to be born in this world. The flaw of the ancient Bloodthirsty Insects was their fear of lightning.
Lil' Red rolled his eyes. "Old Wutong, it's as if you didn't come up with a way at all. The valley is pitch-black and isolated from the outside world. How can we get lightning here?"
