In midair, the dark clouds were as black as ink, covering an area of several hundred meters around.
The celestial phenomenon changed suddenly.
One moment the sun was shining brightly, and the next, the vicinity of Bacang Mountain turned into a howling wind and swirling dark clouds, as if a great demon had been unleashed.
Underneath this darkness as black as night.
Chen Ping noticed that there were strands of blazing white halos penetrating through, occasionally creating long, zigzagging spider web-like traces in the pitch-black sky.
'Well, this is lightning madly condensing.'
'I never heard anyone say that breaking through a realm would result in getting struck by lightning.'
Chen Ping bitterly muttered to himself, realizing that this seemingly carefree girl Fang Qingzhu was actually quite unreliable.
Spending all day eating, without explaining such important matters in advance.
It's a complete waste of all the fine food fed into her stomach.
