"Collect!"
Xu Ping showed a look of joy, flipping his hand to take out a gray-white stone box engraved with layers of restrictions, neither gold nor jade.
He cast a spell to seal the ball of terrifying thunder origin inside, and then pasted several glowing sealing talismans on the outside of the box, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
The Thunder Spirit was finally in hand!
Just as Xu Ping relaxed a bit, a new change emerged.
Boom boom boom boom—-
Several terrifying thunders, as thick as water tanks and as profound dark as ink, exuding an aura of destruction and annihilation, suddenly shot out from a massive thunder vortex on the side without warning.
Their speed and power far exceeded any attack from the Thunder Spirit before, enough to injure an average early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Hmph!"
Though surprised, Xu Ping did not panic; his mind spun quickly.
He didn't even turn back, as his Wood Spirit Avatar had already moved.
