C97 The Transformation of the Jiuye Ginseng.
Three bolts of lightning with red tails fell like meteors. The surrounding air was ignited. Wu Xiaoming looked at the black cloud above his head. The black cloud was shrinking rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was only less than a mile in size.
"This is the life of the Jiuye Ginseng!" Wu Xiaoming sighed as he looked at the descending lightning tribulation. Soon