C188 I Bid Farewell.

Feng Yixiu's thunderous power wasn't limited to a mere 1000 volts; it was the testing machine that could only handle up to that amount.

"Feng Yixiu, stop... stop now! The metal ball is nearly molten!" Shen Qingci, eyes wide at the glowing red sphere, urged him to cease.

"Ouch, that's hot..."

Realizing belatedly, Feng Yixiu released the metal ball, and the room dimmed