Crackle and pop!
As the group walked along, when they reached a certain valley, they suddenly saw thunder and lightning from the heavens and earth squeezing in from all directions like an overwhelming tide.
Zhong Lin, who was absorbing Thunderbolt Essence, shuddered, almost losing control. He quickly dispersed his Spiritual Origin to dissolve the surrounding thunder.
"Hiss!"
Although he was not harmed, the tingling numbness made him grimace, with wisps of smoke rising from his head.
Subconsciously raising his head toward the valley, he noticed some spherical lightning amidst the bright thunder, some as small as basketballs, others as large as several acres.
These spheres of lightning were pure purple, incredibly noble and brilliant, but the most terrifying was the pressure emanating from them.
"This is... Midheaven Ziwei Divine Thunder, not good, retreat quickly."
Fang Yun's pupils shrank as he immediately recognized these thunders, exclaiming in alarm and swiftly retreating.
