The increase in the power of his lightning arts did not affect Song Wen's overall strength as comprehensively as an increase in his cultivation did. Yet this visible surge in strength over such a short time was equally addictive.
With a thought from Song Wen, more than a dozen demon beasts of various kinds suddenly appeared before him, all of them lightning-type demon beasts with formidable innate gifts.
Song Wen sat cross-legged before the altar. The number of demon beasts gradually dwindled, while mutilated demon beast corpses continuously piled up on the ground beside him.
When he devoured the twelfth demon beast, his expression suddenly turned uncertain.
Previously, each time he devoured a demon beast, he could vaguely sense his control over lightning arts improving. But this time, he felt nothing of the sort.
Song Wen stared at the bloody, mangled demon beast atop the altar, his brows knitted tightly and his eyes filled with doubt.
He condensed a ball of lightning, yet could not sense the slightest increase in its power.
After pondering for a long time to no avail,
Song Wen could only toss another demon beast onto the altar.
He activated the altar again, using its power to draw the demon beast's essence blood and soul into his body.
Yet the result was the same as before. His lightning-art talent did not improve in the slightest.
Song Wen rose to his feet and slowly paced about, his gaze shifting repeatedly between the altar and the formation on the ground.
"What exactly is going on? Why can my lightning-art talent no longer continue to improve?"
"Could it be... this is the 'hidden danger' of the Thunder-Commanding Divine Control Ritual Altar that I previously suspected?"
"Now that I think about it, this is no hidden danger at all. Rather,