In the blink of an eye, the Thundercloud Pool mission had reached its seventh day.
Less than half a day remained before the mission ended.
During this time, Yang Ling had controlled five Bone Warriors to search all around the Thundercloud Pool. He had also encountered several exotic beasts possessing the power of lightning.
He had not confronted them head-on and had chosen to avoid them.
The White Bone Primordial Spirit was incredibly agile and moved no differently underwater than on land. Those exotic beasts simply could not catch up.
However, the other Third Grade players had not been so fortunate. Over the past few days, Third Grade players had continually returned from underwater injured and bedraggled.
As for Thunder Crystals, the gains had been pitifully small.
Yang Ling had not found a single piece of Thunder Crystal ore.
Only a few Third Grade players had gotten lucky enough to find some Thunder Crystal ore, and even then, the amounts were not much.
"Looks like the Third Grade players who entered this time are basically all going to lose their entry fees."
Yang Ling had already withdrawn the White Bone Primordial Spirit Method.
After using his cultivation technique continuously for seven days, his Mental Power had plummeted and was already below a thousand points.
Madman observed the people on the island and could not help frowning.
Their luck this time was far too poor. Hardly anyone had gotten any Thunder Crystals.
"Madman, are the gains this dismal every time the Nine-Star Thundercloud Pool opens?"
Yang Ling asked casually.
Madman smiled bitterly. "Not necessarily. This time is indeed a bit dismal. I'm afraid everyone combined has only harvested a dozen or so grams of Thunder Crystals.
"In better years, getting three to five hundred grams is possible."
"How much do Thunder