"Little Yans, that's a Heavenly Tribulation! Doing this is like a moth drawn to the flame, a path of self-destruction!" Seeing the woman about to fly toward the seated Wang Xiaoqiang, two men urgently grabbed her, speaking with grave expressions.
"Even if I die, I want to die with my sister. I can't just watch her die..." The woman named Little Yans clearly had deep feelings for her sister, ignoring all persuasion, and desperately broke free from the obstruction of the two, leaping toward the seated Wang Xiaoqiang.
Just as the woman named Little Yans reached Wang Xiaoqiang's side, the fourth Heavenly Thunder streaked across the sky and crashed down...
As the Heavenly Thunder struck down toward Wang Xiaoqiang, the woman anxiously grabbed his shoulder, attempting to drag him away. The thunder fell upon Wang Xiaoqiang's raised hands and simultaneously transmitted to the woman.
