After storing the Spirit of the Thunder River, Mo Yu was delighted for only a moment before slightly furrowing his brows.
It had taken him nearly a quarter of an hour to collect one, and only because the Spirit of the Thunder River had delivered itself to him and been beaten down. If he had to capture them himself, he would probably need more than half an hour for each one.
At that rate, even if he spent the entire day capturing Spirits of the Thunder River, he would have to work nonstop for three or four days. That was simply far too long.
Mo Yu fell into thought. A moment later, he raised his head and looked into the distance. At that moment, various flashes of light repeatedly streaked through the Thunder River. They were all experts from different sides capturing Spirits of the Thunder River.
However, those experts were all in an extremely sorry state. Facing the ferocious Spirits of the Thunder River, all but a tiny minority were being forced into perilous situations.
Thus, some experts had no choice but to join forces and begin surrounding and attacking them. However, their efficiency was even lower, and their losses were extremely heavy.
After failing repeatedly, some experts could only choose to give up. They found a place and began cultivating, clearly abandoning the Thunder River Baptism and settling for cultivating their spiritual energy here.
The entire Thunder River had become exceptionally lively.
Just as Mo Yu was frowning, a gentle, pleasant voice suddenly sounded beside his ear. "The Spirits of the Thunder River are difficult to capture. As allies, why don't I lend you a hand?"
Hearing this, Mo Yu was startled. He turned around and saw that Qing Yanjing had arrived beside him at some point.
Hearing