Through the light of the lightning, Ye Wuming saw that it was a white-haired elder. Since the elder had his back turned, Ye Wuming couldn't see his face clearly.
All the lightning striking down from the sky crashed onto him, only to be fully absorbed by his body.
Seeing this scene, Ye Wuming was dumbfounded. The power of the lightning was immensely strong, and even with his Brahma Realm cultivation level, he would not dare to endure so many lightning strikes simultaneously, let alone without any form of defense.
Ye Wuming stood there like a piece of wood, staring blankly at the elder ahead. This was the first time he had seen such a terrifying sight.
Who knows how long had passed, but the thunderclouds dispersed and the sky cleared, with no more lightning striking down.
After a moment of silence, the white-haired elder asked, "You must be curious why I can withstand the power of the lightning, right?"
"I humbly ask the senior to enlighten me," Ye Wuming replied respectfully.
