Even at a great distance, he could hear the explosions here.
A moment later.
Qi Sheng, a Core Formation Third Layer cultivator, smoothly landed at the bottom of Thunderfall Pit. The utterly dark environment caused a slight problem with his vision.
With a casual motion, he summoned several Fireballs, spacing them evenly within a dozen meters around him, providing an extremely bright field of view. This place was not only deep but vast; the bottom of the pit had a diameter close to a hundred li.
Calling it another underground world would not be an exaggeration.
He was not sure which direction Wang Yu would flee in, but judging from the spot where he had jumped down, he should not be far from the nearest cave in the wall.
"Fragrant Luo Bat."
"Squeak, squeak, squeak—"
As expected, this spirit beast confirmed the location almost without any interference, ignoring the nine illusory bodies Wang Yu had released and flying straight toward the direction of his true body.
Seeing this, Qi Sheng hurriedly followed, but he also took out several talismans with black bases and golden patterns, cautiously sticking them onto himself. These were thunder-control talismans.
Facing a sudden assault from the power of lightning, they would very quickly generate a layer of protection, preventing him from suffering an endless stream of lightning strikes and then being paralyzed into the embarrassing predicament of being unable to break free. This was experience at work.
Although there had been no signs of thunderstorm weather when he came in, who the hell knew whether rain would suddenly fall? Summer sunshowers came in bursts too.
If this place's special mechanism was triggered by chance, he would also be able to react swiftly.
Not long after.
Before even one incense stick of time had passed, Qi Sheng