The thunderstorm stopped.
Wen Jiang's eyelids fluttered. Xing Wu's brief sacrifice had been meaningful. At least she was still conscious enough to see the sky clearing above her. The thunderstorm was dispersing, warm sunshine appeared, and a beautiful rainbow formed a bridge across the horizon.
The ground, which had been shaking violently, finally settled, and the scorched earth instantly sprouted green buds—a scene of thriving life.
Faint rumbles of thunder could still be heard, but they were no longer as imposing as before.
Until—
PLIP...
A drop of water landed on Wen Jiang's eyelid. Instantly, her depleted body was replenished with an abundance of nature's spiritual energy. Her battered form was repaired, and she even began to burst forth with powerful energy at a speed far exceeding anything before.
She opened her eyes, a momentary brilliance flashing within them.
Wen Jiang sat up. The moment she looked at the sky, her expression changed dramatically.
"Shit!"
