thunderstorm was localized, other areas remaining untouched. The chaos caught the wildman’s attention, terrifying other forest creatures.

Chapter 32: Wings of Thunder

A violent thunderball rolled towards them, and at the brink of collision, everyone closed their eyes, bracing for an explosive end.

"Plop~"

Yang Feng, seeing the thunderball approaching, jumped into the river. The water's electricity couldn't harm him, and he swiftly cleaved the thunderball with his knife.

"Move quickly!"

Mo Hancheng and the others, shocked at Yang Feng’s display of his thunder abilities, sped up their paddling on the wooden debris while Yang Feng disappeared from their sight.

"Feng-ge~" (a term of affection, meaning 'Brother Feng')

"Go on!"

"Go!"

Mo Hancheng held Xue Ying back, preventing her from leaving the wooden raft, and they hastened their escape.

"Come on!"

"Ah!..."

A long howl reverberated through the mountains and forests. Yang Feng unleashed his full thunder power, a purple beam of lightning shooting into the sky, the surrounding lightning converging towards it.

Encased in purple lightning, Yang Feng ascended into the sky along the beam. The lightning gathered into his body, making the thunder around him even more violent.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

...

The skies roared with continuous thunder. Lightning cracked incessantly, dark clouds thickened, and violent lightning illuminated the sky.

"Feng-ge~"

Xue Ying and her group reached a safe area. Seeing Yang Feng in the sky, her heart felt like it was torn apart, tears streamed, and she felt grief-stricken.

"Yang Feng, I hope you survive this ordeal!"

The wildman, observing the scene, smiled slightly, appearing content. He then retreated to his cave, ignoring the chaos outside.

Yang Feng, surrounded by increasingly violent lightning, felt surprised. He felt like a lightning rod, attracting all the electricity.

"Crackle, crackle~"

"Crackle, crackle~"

The sound of lightning was deafening, and Yang Feng felt terrified. This was no joke!

While he had experienced lightning before, it was in moments of madness when his mind wasn't clear. Now, fully conscious, the situation was entirely different!

"Damn! This is harsh!"

A bolt struck Yang Feng, turning his clothes to ash instantly. Naked, he floated in the sky, exposed to everyone below.

"At least..."

The dark clouds hid his figure, saving him from extreme embarrassment—though who could see him at such a height anyway?

The lightning ceased striking the ground, and torrential rain battered the forest. Water levels rose, and surviving beasts struggled in the swelling river.

"So painful!"

The lightning continued to pour into Yang Feng’s body, snaking through his viscera like electric eels, purifying his thunder power.

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