Crack, crack. Just then, somewhere in the depths of the black sea, space shattered.
"Boom!"
The next moment, the vast Thunder Sea went berserk, its waves surging violently.
Countless pillars of black Thunder Slurry roared down from above like giant dragons, gathering in midair to form a strange creature with no definite shape.
Two swirling vortices spun in its place of eyes, shooting out eerie glimmers.
Gobs of Thunder Slurry kept sliding off its body, dripping downward.
The Thunder Spirit was a monster born from the boundless Thunder Sea, with little intelligence.
Yet instinctively, it regarded the Thunder God Pill, a supreme treasure of the Thunder Dao, as its own. It planned to grow stronger, seek evolution, and develop a clear consciousness.
Now that its treasure was gone, how could it not be furious?
"Roar!"
The Thunder Spirit roared furiously at the sky, raising colossal waves.
It glared at the bald old man on the shore, its eyes brimming with every kind of vicious rage. It was him—it had to be him, that detestable fellow.
That old Dragon Kun had never given up. He coveted its treasure at every turn and had harassed it many times.
If he hadn't seized the chance to steal the Thunder God Pill, then who had?
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"Good, you wretched beast! I've spent hundreds of years painstakingly laying my plans, and you've stolen the fruits of all my labor in a single stroke, robbing me of my opportunity."
"I'll refine you right now and condense the Thunder God Pill anew!"
The bald old man was, of course, the Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy's ultimate trump card, the Northern Abyss Dragon Kun.
He was furious, trembling all over.
What had the old Dragon Kun ever done to deserve this?
He'd worked himself to the bone for hundreds