Old You: The people who came to pick me up are here, but why does the battle situation seem a bit strange?

There was an insider!

An enemy had infiltrated!

The snake demon jolted in alarm. Its flicking tongue snapped back, scales rising all over its body before clamping down tight. With a lash of its tail, it coiled into a circular formation and fixed its gaze on the iron cage.

Who was it?

Who?!

That aura was too sharp, too terrifying! And it contained an exceptionally dreadful presence. Just drawing near made its heart pound in fear...

Electricity?

No. It was no longer afraid of ordinary lightning, electricity generated by ordinary generators, or even the power running through transmission lines!

But facing this aura, it had a feeling that if it lunged forward recklessly, it would die!

It would definitely die!

[Hmph, you wouldn't dare!]

Little Oil Lamp flickered smugly. Its true body was beside Shen Le, with only a trace of its spirit outside. The electricity it had absorbed was insufficient—this lousy place was too poor! There was only one generator. Who could that possibly be enough for?

The more so, the more it had to put on an act of being "very strong." Little Oil Lamp silently recalled the power of the Thunder Tribulation, using the electricity it had absorbed to convert and imitate it.

There was no demon that did not fear the Thunder Tribulation!

The snake demon before it had, at most, seven or eight hundred years of cultivation. It was definitely under a thousand years.

It would be best if it could scare it off. Once reinforcements arrived from outside, its mission would be complete. If it could not scare it off, then it would just have to risk it all—absorb every bit of electricity in the area and blast it out in one shot!

Fry it crisp inside and out!

Before the electric net, the