C616 A Golden Lightning.

The golden lightning flashed in the air, and the twisting electric arcs began to gather together.

Zhao Lei felt a feeling that he had not felt for a long time.

This was the feeling of being cursed.

Han Xiaotian's skill could actually resonate with his lightning attribute.

"I didn't expect you to fall. I still need to rely on you." Zhao Lei shook his head and stared at the Green Wood Wolf