There was a rumor that an alchemist withstood the lightning calamity personally, but only the insiders knew his identity.
They were people like Grandmaster Hua Yuan and Grandmaster Harol.
Bearing the lightning calamity alone was a piece of breaking news for the alchemists. They would talk about it whenever they met.
Speanburg was a grandmaster too, so he was familiar with Grandmaster Hua Yuan and the others. Naturally, he knew about the rumor.
He looked at the figure in the sky in a daze.
He wasn't the only one. The others were astounded too. They stared absentmindedly at Wang Teng.
Boom!
The Xuanyang Soul Restoring Pill was an eighth-grandmaster-level pill, so there were eight calamity lightning bolts. The final three were the most powerful and lasted the longest.
Wang Teng didn't shrink back. He basked in the lightning and used his body to resist it.
An occult golden pattern appeared on his forehead.
