The gloomy sky resembled a mass of thick ink.
Bolts of lightning brewed within it.
The next moment, streaks of lightning turned into lightning serpents, striking the barren wilderness at irregular intervals.
When they struck spirit trees, the charred wood instantly burst into flames. When they struck spirit soil, they left deep, blackened pits crackling with arcs of lightning.
Only when they struck the spirit mountain did the lightning flow across it, as though spiritual light were washing a piece of uncarved jade, making it brighter and more vibrant before vanishing in an instant.
Beyond the wilderness, several insects crept silently along, devouring the surrounding vegetation.
A jade pearl quietly manifested before the void, followed by a spirit toad and two cultivators.
"Wait another hour!" These two cultivators were none other than Ye Jingzhong and Ye Qingfeng, and it was Ye Qingfeng who made the decision.
Although theirs was the larger force, they had arrived late.
They had taken quite a few detours along the way to avoid stirring the grass and startling the snake, so they could act together.
From what she knew, the Thunder-Origin Golden Jade Lineage excelled at cultivating with heavenly lightning.
The lightning had only just begun falling. That seventh-stage being was probably cultivating with its help, and waiting another hour would lower his guard and make their attack more certain.
Of course, they could not wait too long either. She reckoned this heavenly lightning would not last very long.
After all, the Jade Soul Race was not skilled with arrays. Otherwise, lightning would not still be striking outside the spirit mountain—that was undoubtedly a waste.
Naturally occurring heavenly lightning like this would not submit to anyone's control.
"All right!" Ye Jingzhong nodded and drew a deep breath.
To him, this mission was far more thrilling