Fu Dao sensed for a moment, his expression growing increasingly strange. He slowly shook his head. "I truly don't sense any aura of being locked onto by a Thunderstorm. These two Thunderstorms really don't seem to be aimed at me."
"Old Fu, you're not joking, are you?" Ming Yao's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. "The three of us acted together, yet you killed the most people and used the strongest Emperor Talisman. Why are you the only one not being punished by a Thunderstorm? Do the Secret Realm's rules play favorites?"
Fu Dao could not make sense of it either. He checked once more before shaking his head. "There really isn't any. I truly don't feel like I've been targeted by a Thunderstorm."
After considering it, Lin Yi spoke with some concern. "That may not be a good thing. The Secret Realm's rules have always been fair. The stronger the power used, the greater the backlash. You activated a mid-Emperor Realm Nether Wind Fire Talisman, yet no Thunder Punishment came. There must be something strange about this."
He turned toward Gu Chengan and Ling Yunxiao, tossing them two healing Emperor Pills that were lustrous throughout and radiated dense vitality.
"Chengan, Yunxiao, leave the Disaster-Averting Small Formation immediately and take the Thunder Punishment head-on. If the Thunderstorm explodes within the formation, its energy will have nowhere to vent. It may instead worsen the punishment and even affect the formation itself."
Gu Chengan and Ling Yunxiao exchanged a glance. Without the slightest hesitation, they caught the healing Emperor Pills and swallowed them before turning and walking out of the Disaster-Averting Small Formation.
The moment the two stepped beyond the halo's range, the two pale-black Thunderstorms above them instantly grew restless. Crackling lightning raced through the clouds, clearly having locked onto