The time has passed to the next day.
Deep within Wuling Mountain.
The thunderstorm that had paused for a half-day resumed.
The rain poured like a waterfall, electric flash and Lei Ming.
Lin Beichen sat cross-legged on the clearing of the third special area he found yesterday, cultivating while searching for answers to yesterday's questions.
Right at this moment.
"Da-da-da—"
With a crackling sound, the Thunderball appeared once again in his hand.
Without a single pause.
He gently raised his arm.
Instantly!
The Thunderball in his hand turned into a ghostly blue stream of light, tearing through the rain curtain, until it bloomed bright light on a withered tree.
"Ka-cha—!"
A crisp sound came from within the light.
As the light dissipated, the withered tree broke and fell with a crash.
"Bang—"
Lin Beichen nodded with satisfaction at the sight.
