"Fuck, you thieving old man, are you screwing with me?"
Amid his furious curses, Ye Zhen watched the seven Thunder Clams flashing with lightning race after him from behind, then turned and plunged deeper into the Underwater Canyon.
Thunder Clams were Monster Beasts at the peak of the Spirit Realm. Moreover, when it came to wielding lightning, they were more than a dozen times more adept than Ye Zhen.
Even a single Thunder Clam could chase Ye Zhen until he had nowhere to hide.
What would happen if all seven Thunder Clams caught up with him at once?
In any case, it would be miserable. Because Ye Zhen possessed the Acquired Spirit Treasure, the Lightning Bead, had forged a Thunder Vein, and had previously cultivated lightning arts extensively—even tempering his body with heavenly lightning—the lightning blasts from these Thunder Clams, though terrifying, did not deal too much damage to him.
But this was precisely the most critical point. If he were surrounded and could not be killed in one or two blasts, then those lightning strikes hacking away at him like a dull knife slicing flesh would absolutely be torture among tortures.
The only thing Ye Zhen could be thankful for now was that he was fast enough. Although he could not completely shake off the Thunder Clams, this group of Thunder Clams would also find it somewhat difficult to catch him.
Gradually, Ye Zhen's expression grew increasingly grim.
Because Ye Zhen discovered that there were not merely seven Thunder Clams pursuing him. Lightning flickered indistinctly behind him, and under the sensing of Ye Zhen's Spiritual Sense, there were actually more than thirty Thunder Clams chasing after him!
At that moment, Ye Zhen truly felt as though he had fucked a dog.
How had being hunted by one Thunder Clam