Ambush Ahead

Thunder Prison Peak.

Xia Fanbai stared tensely as the violent lightning exploded. Its power could split mountains and shatter rocks; even from more than ten miles away, he could still feel its terror.

Could Fang Mo withstand such powerful lightning?

At last, the lightning dispersed. A figure stood at its center, and Xia Fanbai's heart clenched.

Fang Mo was charred black all over, without a single patch of intact skin visible, blacker than a black man, smoke still rising from his body.

Most importantly, Fang Mo stood utterly motionless. Had he been scorched to death?

Xia Fanbai's heart tightened. Ignoring the stray arcs of lightning, he hurried toward Fang Mo. Seeing lightning still gathering in the sky made his scalp prickle, but he gritted his teeth and rushed over anyway.

At last, he reached Fang Mo. He could not sense even a wisp of life from him, as if Fang Mo had become a lump of charred coal.

"No. He definitely can't be dead!"

A sharp pain stabbed through Xia Fanbai's heart. It was not that he shared any particularly deep bond with Fang Mo, but Fang Mo was a heaven-sent prodigy. It would be far too tragic for such a martial artist to die.

Crack!

Just then, a crisp sound suddenly came from Fang Mo's body. Xia Fanbai hurriedly looked over.

The charred skin on Fang Mo's body had begun to split apart, falling away in flakes and revealing smooth, jade-like, crystalline skin beneath. Then it spread to his face and the rest of his body, peeling away rapidly.

The powerful vitality within Fang Mo's body seemed to have sprouted anew. Xia Fanbai could almost hear the surging roar of his blood and vitality.

"He isn't dead. He's alive, just as I thought!"

Xia Fanbai was suddenly overjoyed, and