To Huahua, the talismans of the Blue Star Plane were even more detestable than those of the Phone Plane.
There were countless kinds of talismans in the Phone Plane. Thunder Talismans were not a major category, and ordinary Thunder Talismans were even more expensive than other talismans—their rapid attack speed was one reason, while the scarcity of lightning cultivators was another.
But the Blue Star Realm was different. Many talismans were Thunder Talismans, or at least related to lightning!
Huahua had once thought this was normal, but after taking a trip through another world, it realized this was what made Blue Star so hateful.
It had even considered whether this was because Blue Star had too little spiritual energy, leaving lightning as the only relatively convenient thing to use.
Whenever it thought of that, a faint sorrow rose in its heart: This is the tragedy of a Dharma-Ending Plane...
No matter what, Huahua chased after them closely. Already on guard and blessed with excellent eyesight, it noticed at once that the other side had discovered it.
Huahua absolutely did not want to be struck by lightning. It kept flying forward at speed, then, when it was roughly two hundred meters away, suddenly accelerated and darted diagonally to the right.
Its estimate had been a little too conservative. Daoist Hu was only at the High Tier of Mortal Transcendence, and he believed the ideal range for activating a Thunder Talisman was between one hundred and one hundred fifty meters. He truly had not expected the other side to accelerate in advance.
But Mr. Bai was far more seasoned. Seeing it suddenly dash forward, he set down the blade in his hand, pulled out a cylinder, and fiercely pressed its button. With a muffled bang, a mass of air shot toward Huahua.