Chapter 227: It's My Family's Turn to Take the Blame This Year (4.1k)

In the charred depths of the pit.

Asclepius, recovering from chaos and shock, lifted his pale hands and touched his familiar cheeks, feeling the normal warmth and the flow of blood and vitality beneath his skin. A scholar's curiosity arose, and he couldn't help but marvel.

"I'm actually still alive?"

"More precisely, revived from death."

Next to him, the pale-faced Luo En glanced at his troublesome great-nephew and narrated the events with annoyance.

Facing the thunderbolt of Zeus, not only could Asclepius, a demigod, not survive, even Luo En himself would have been blasted into heroic fragments had he been there.

Thus, there was absolutely no way that Asclepius could have survived then; his body was genuinely destroyed by the divine might of the thunderbolt.

And not even ashes were left.