The faces of those around him turned deathly pale at the sight.
Wang Lei had always been timid, and now he trembled from head to toe in fright. He hurriedly dropped to his knees. "Fellow Daoist Feng... spare my life!
"I won't fight for it. I don't want anything!"
Chen Feng also cast aside his calculations, piling a fawning smile onto his face. "Fellow Daoist Feng's strength is unparalleled. This Thunder Marrow Core should belong to you!"
"Yes, yes!"
The remaining people all echoed him, nodding so hard their heads bobbed like pounding garlic.
Before absolute strength, they did not even have the courage to resist.
They feared that the next second, they would follow in Li Hao's footsteps.
Fenglong glanced at them, his eyes filled with contempt. "Scram."
As though granted a great pardon, everyone scattered and fled, not daring to linger in the slightest.
Very soon, Fenglong was the only one left. He walked before the Thunder Marrow Core and beckoned with one hand, and the lightning-attributed treasure fell into his palm.
The crystal felt icy cold, and his hand tingled faintly as he held it. Pure lightning power continuously flowed into his body, causing his cultivation to slowly rise.
After absorbing it for a while, Fenglong stored the Thunder Marrow Core in his storage ring. Then he turned and flew toward the core region of the Secret Realm, his purple Daoist robe gradually fading into the lightning.
Along the way, Fenglong encountered quite a few lightning-attributed spiritual plants, and he swept every last one into his storage ring.
Such things were difficult to find outside. He could either use them himself or sell them.
After flying for an unknown length of time, an enormous lightning barrier appeared ahead.
The barrier was woven from countless bolts