Lucky Star

Tang Changsheng was about to lose his temper when he heard Ling Xiaoyu cry, "Master, this is bad! There's a thunderstorm tonight..." "What?" Tang Changsheng jolted and looked up. There was not a trace of moonlight in the night sky. The darkness was oppressive.

The air was extremely humid... More importantly, this was the rainy season, when thunderstorms were common.

"The weather bureau just issued an alert..." Ling Xiaoyu shouted.

Tang Changsheng was startled. The sky had been clear that evening; he had never expected a thunderstorm overnight...

Now he had no time to worry about anything else. A dreadful feeling grew clearer by the moment.

Tang Changsheng abandoned the incense table and barked, "Wait here..."

He snatched up the Yin Soldier Camp Board and rushed toward the Quiet Room.

He had barely reached it when thunder exploded with a boom, and raindrops as big as beans began to fall.

Every hair on Tang Changsheng's body stood on end. In that instant, he slammed the Quiet Room door shut.

Inside the Yin Soldier Camp Board, all eight Ghost Soldiers had been knocked sprawling by the Thunderbolt.

Fortunately, once the Quiet Room door was closed, the room became a completely sealed space. No matter how fierce the Thunderbolt outside grew, it could not reach them.

"Thank goodness Ling Xiaoyu was quick-witted..." Tang Changsheng shuddered at the thought. Without her warning, all his hard work would have gone up in smoke!

The Thunderbolt shattered all magic. Though these Ghost Creatures had been refined with water and fire, cleansed considerably, and stripped of much of their malice and resentment, beneath the Thunderbolt they would still be reduced to ash...

Even the Yin Soldier Camp Board could easily be damaged by the power of the Thunderbolt.

Tang Changsheng could only count his blessings and