When he reached the bottom, he found Lightning Spirit Stones spread across the floor in such abundance that they might as well have been pebbles.
Zhao Han gaped at the sight.
Damn...
So that was why he couldn't find any Lightning Spirit Stones no matter how thoroughly he searched the Land of Falling Thunder. They were all concentrated at the bottom of the Lightning Pool.
Besides that, a suit of armor glimmering with blue light lay at the very center of the pool's bottom.
That's right, a complete suit.
From top to bottom, it consisted of a tiger-head helmet, a tiger-patterned face guard, a tiger-head breastplate, arm guards, gauntlets, a skirt armor, greaves, and boots.
A Lightning Tip Spear had fallen beside it.
A Lightning Tip Spear had a spearhead shaped like a bent bolt of lightning, with a straight shaft beneath it.
The entire suit of armor was mostly blue, with occasional patches of black, and arcs of electricity flickered across its surface.
It must have belonged to some powerful commander from the Great Zhou or Great Qi Dynasty, left behind here after his death.
"This must be the most precious treasure in the Lightning Pool."
Zhao Han licked his lips and hurried over to the armor, bending down to pick up the Lightning Tip Spear.
But as soon as he touched it, fierce arcs of electricity crackled along the shaft, keeping him from getting a firm grip.
"You're not showing me any respect, huh? You should know this is my territory."
"I make the rules on my turf!"
Zhao Han went ahead and took it by force, reaching out and gripping the spear shaft tightly.
The arcs of electricity fought back wildly, trying to burrow into Zhao Han's arm and wreak havoc. But inside the System Space, how