The Thunderstruck Wood inside the cauldron, at this moment, was frantically devouring the Thunder Elemental Force, storing all that lightning up.
The resin inside underwent changes, as if forming small bubbles, immediately wrapping around bits of Thunderstruck Wood.
After the Thunder Elemental Force vanished, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed together.
Someone exclaimed, "Successfully attracted the lightning!"
"My god, this Thunderstorm Pill is definitely a fourth-grade pill."
"Is this guy really going to succeed?"
"The last step is forming the pill!"
"..."
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Xiao Yuanyao, causing his face to turn red from their stares.
He kept thinking to himself, "Impossible, this is impossible!"
He couldn't believe that a newcomer disciple could understand something even he couldn't refine.
In his heart, he cursed, secretly praying to heaven, hoping Long Fei's pill wouldn't condense together.
But when you least expect something, it happens.
