Who was the writhing body in the pit?
Yang Ming and his son exchanged glances, then pulled the body out of the pit, only to discover... it was actually a big yellow dog convulsing from electric shocks!
What the hell!
We've been duped!
"Ah... Ancestor Maoshan, you're not dead? Thank goodness, you scared me to death!" Wang Bing, seeing Ye Fan alive outside the pit, happily patted his chest, but then he suddenly realized something else, "Wait, Ancestor Maoshan, my Palm Thunder was so powerful... even several Martial Emperor powerhouses from the sect were fried inside out by it, how come you're completely fine? Could it be..."
It seemed he had come to a frightening realization, and the expression on Wang Bing's face gradually became more animated.
From confusion, to astonishment, and then to complete despair...
