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How bright was lightning?

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Shen Le couldn't put it into words. He only knew that the instant the lightning tore through the sky and flashed past him, he could no longer see anything. His vision was a sheet of blinding white—

He shut his eyes, tears streaming down his face. Even so, he clung to the ship's rail, stood on tiptoe, and shouted:

"Qing Deng!!!"

Little Oil Lamp!

Little Oil Lamp had just rushed up!

The spot where Little Oil Lamp had been hovering was exactly where the lightning struck! Before that bolt hit the firebird, it would hit Little Oil Lamp first!!!

Such powerful lightning—even though Little Oil Lamp could store and wield lightning, it might not be able to withstand it! Its main body had gone up there! Would it be damaged by the strike? Would it melt?!

"Qing Deng! Qing Deng!!!"

As he shouted, he spread out his mental power and summoned a fierce wind, sending it whirling toward Little Oil Lamp.

It had to hold it up!

Bring it back safely!

As long as it was alive, as long as its spirituality remained! If its body broke, he would repair it; if it melted, he would make it a new one!

The wind howled. Shen Le could not see, and his mental power could not reach through either—far ahead and above, still a great distance from where Little Oil Lamp should have been hovering, he already felt a stabbing pain in his head.

Where the lightning had just passed, his mental power sensed immense danger the moment it drew near, warning him not to approach!

If he couldn't get close, he couldn't determine Little Oil Lamp's position or bring it back!

Gritting his teeth, Shen Le tried to alter the shape of the