Thunder roared without end. It shook the heavens and earth, its deafening cracks twisting into countless thick bolts of lightning that tore through the void.
Every strike left scorched marks across the ground, carrying an aura of destruction.
Dense flashes of lightning darted about like billions of electric snakes, enveloping the entire mountaintop.
Looking at the lightning covering the mountain, Ji Tian felt helpless. In his memories, lightning was terrifying; a ghostly body had almost no power to resist it.
He asked the Heavenly Ghost, "Is there any other way up the mountain?"
"Doesn't look like it," the Heavenly Ghost replied. "Netherworld Mountain stretches from east to west for a million li. I haven't explored it thoroughly, but everywhere I've been, I've seen this lightning from a distance."
Ji Tian fell silent. He formed seals with both hands, refined a Ghost, wrapped it in a great amount of Yin Energy, and sent it into the lightning.
The moment the Ghost entered the lightning, the thunder across the mountain boiled. It gathered into a thick bolt that instantly blasted the Ghost to smithereens.
Seeing this, the Great Desolate Skeleton took a step back and muttered, "We can't get through. We can't get through!"
The four of them lingered at the edge of the lightning, unable to decide what to do for a long time.
The Demonic Dragon idly slapped at the rubble with its tail, watching the stones slowly mend themselves.
"Roar!" A deep dragon cry rang out, venting its boredom.
Ji Tian sat cross-legged on a rock, quietly contemplating the power of thunder.
The Demonic Dragon said, "This lightning looks powerful, but perhaps there's nothing special about it. Instead of waiting here, we might as well charge through and find out."
The Great Desolate Skeleton scoffed. "Then go on. Give