On Mount Thunder God, dark clouds gathered, like the Emperor's canopy, with the lightning flashing like dragons, and the terrifying pressure spreading ten miles out.
Only Yang Zhen and Mei Hua Lu were slowly moving forward on the narrow, steep mountain path.
Rumble...
At the summit, the thunder-light, as thick as a Heavenly Pillar, surged and swelled, causing the entire Mount Thunder God to tremble slightly, with rocks flying and beasts running.
"Hmm?" Yang Zhen's expression changed slightly as he looked toward the summit.
"Senior Brother, what's wrong?" Mei Hua Lu couldn't help but ask.
"Today's thunder and lightning... it feels a bit unusual." Yang Zhen's gaze was profound, as if he had a deeper meaning.