Moreover, judging by the current speed of the spiritual ship, escaping the range of the geomagnetic lightning storm shouldn't be a major problem.
Xu Ping gazed through the window, silently watching the world beyond, filled with violent lightning.
Just then, an unusually thick bolt of lightning sliced across the sky like a giant axe splitting the heavens.
In the blinding flash that nearly illuminated the entire world, a shadowy figure darted by like a phantom.
"What is that?"
Xu Ping's eyes narrowed instantly, surprise and confusion flickering within.
Although the figure appeared for just a fleeting moment, Xu Ping saw clearly that it was completely engulfed by the lightning.
And it wasn't an ordinary flesh and blood creature, but seemed more like a bizarre entity formed from pure thunder elements.
"Thunder element?"
"Could it be... a Thunder Spirit?"
Xu Ping's expression momentarily froze, as this thought involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
