Heavy rain fell like a curtain.
It blanketed the grassland.
The Vicious Ghosts swayed in the rain, occasionally making strange sounds.
Some roared.
Some wailed.
Some giggled.
Some Vicious Ghosts even whispered among themselves, spouting incomprehensible words. There was no logic or coherence to them; they sounded like unconscious muttering.
Just then.
Several streaks of blood-red lightning suddenly tore across the sky.
A peal of thunder exploded!
"BOOM!"
The sound rippled through the surroundings, as though the entire world were trembling along with the thunder.
Thunder occasionally sounded here.
When Jiang Qiao had been dozens of kilometers away.
He had vaguely seen lightning.
But the distance had been too great, and the accumulated clouds had blocked it. It had flashed past in an instant, making it impossible to see clearly.
However.
Now, directly beneath the thunder.
He saw the scarlet lightning with absolute clarity and heard the violent thunderclap clearly beside his ears. Suddenly, an indescribable, faint sense of familiarity drifted down from the heavens.
It was as if...
A blood relative were hidden above those thick, dark clouds?
What the hell?
Jiang Qiao abruptly raised his head toward the sky.
The next second.
His body suddenly flew up against his will. He transformed into a streak of Black Lightning that shot straight into the heavens, plunging into a vast, boundless ocean of thunder.
"Holy crap?"
Jiang Qiao immediately understood.
This clone had been transformed from the power of the Thunder Spirit, while the Thunder Spirit was an evil spirit born within thunder. It was naturally close to lightning.
It was said that.
The first Thunder God worshiped by humanity during the tribal era had risen from being a Thunder Spirit!
"What the hell."
"Did I come home?"
"No... That doesn't count as coming home. At most, I've arrived at