Crackle, crackle.
Golden light flashed, and Li Rui had already arrived in this darkness. Compared to the ring of deathly silence isolating Ghost Cry Ridge, this place felt even more chilling.
The good news was that there was no danger in the darkness either; those twisted evil demons hadn't appeared here.
Li Rui slowly groped through the endless darkness. Finally, under the illumination of the Divine Thunder, he found a shrine. However, there was no statue inside, just a cluster of dark cyan light.
Is this the Earth Thunder?
Although he asked himself this question in his mind, he actually already knew the answer. Having witnessed the three types of Thunder Skills, the aura emanating from this cyan light was almost identical to them, so it couldn't be fake.
Li Rui reached out to touch the cyan light itself, but even before he could fully make contact, his fingertips began to rapidly decay, blood and flesh withered, bones shriveled, and eventually, it all disappeared.
"Hmm."
