Thunderstorm Plains.
As the most violent region in the New World, it spawned thunderstorms at every moment.
No mountains blocked the airflow here, so thunderclouds could grow freely. Any cloud in the sky might become a raging cannon in the next second, unleashing terrifying noise and light.
Lightning could strike dozens, even hundreds of times a second. Fireballs, balls of lightning, and chain lightning could sweep from the heavens to the ground.
It was as though the entire world had become a powder keg, exploding so fiercely that even the earth sometimes trembled beneath the roar.
Here, the wind followed no pattern.
In the tornado corridor, one moment could be stiflingly hot, and the next, gales could rise without warning. Colliding air currents formed violent tornadoes that engulfed the entire corridor.
That made this place a wasteland for life. There were no trees, and even weeds were hard to find, let alone animals.
But therein lay the wonder of the universe.
The animals that had survived by luck and adapted to this environment had generally evolved unique organs for sensing electricity. They had also learned to seek out sheltered areas where lightning would not strike.
They had even developed a unique ecosystem.
And now, an exceptionally violent thunderstorm was raging across Thunderstorm Plains.
Several yellow-furred electric rats with black markings hid in a secluded cave, waiting for the storm to pass.
Then the space before them suddenly twisted.
As space warped, a figure stumbled into view, as though it had squeezed her out.
Traces of frost still clung to her body. It was the Red-Eyed Spider Queen, who had fled after fighting Yu Yuan.
"Damn it. No wonder the spatial wormhole was so unstable. Another thunderstorm. Just my luck."
She cursed inwardly.
Ignoring the trembling electric rats, she summoned a