Chapter 4908 — Discharge

"It isn't natural—it carries some kind of emotional coloring, just like the giant electric eel." The discovery was too appalling; even Wei Zhao had to keep taking deep breaths to steady his mind. To be honest, when the thought first crossed his mind, his heart had nearly leaped out of his chest in fright.

"So you're saying that near-violet bolt just now had a mastermind behind it?" The Ghost Thing pondered for a moment, then analyzed: "Ordinary human cultivators are unlikely to be able to get in here, so the only possibility left is lightning-attribute spirit beasts. And a bolt of such power isn't something an ordinary lightning-attribute spirit beast could produce—only those standing at the very pinnacle of the lightning attribute could, things like Thunder Dragons or Lightning Eagles."

Wei Zhao nodded in full agreement. This was the City of Thunder Burials; naturally, only those powerful lightning-attribute spirit beasts could appear here. He had been struck once before by a Lightning Eagle, and it had been far from as powerful as what had just happened—but Lightning Eagles varied in strength.

If it was the strongest kind of Lightning Eagle, it might even be a match for the giant electric eel. After all, they were already top-tier lightning-attribute spirit beasts, and it was hardly surprising that the powerful individuals among them could discharge this kind of near-violet lightning.

Of course, it could also be a Thunder Dragon or some other top-tier lightning-attribute spirit beast. With their formidable racial talents, reaching this level was entirely normal.

"Could it be that because I barged in rashly and disrupted its death ritual, it's venting its anger on me?" Wei Zhao suddenly thought of this possibility, and at once broke out in a cold sweat. This was the City of Thunder Burials—when powerful lightning-attribute spirit beasts appeared here, there was only one reason: to carry out a thunder burial!

"Heh heh, if that's really the case, then you've drawn the top prize, kid," the Ghost Thing said with a laugh.

"The top prize? More like the bottom prize! Now I've done it—they were just getting ready for a thunder burial and I came barging right in. I'm practically begging them to bury me along with them!" Wei Zhao smiled bitterly. Even at a time like this he still had the mood to joke around; he really had to hand it to the Ghost Thing.

"That's not necessarily so. A thunder burial is a most sacred death ritual for lightning-attribute spirit beasts—it permits no desecration whatsoever. So I'd guess that before it clears away you, the meddling outsider, it wouldn't rashly begin the thunder burial," the Ghost Thing said dismissively.

"Oh, then that's fine..." Wei Zhao unconsciously let out a breath of relief, but the very next moment he caught himself. Fine, my ass!

Even if it didn't start the thunder burial immediately, it would still stop at nothing to get rid of him first. With lightning of the power just displayed, either way he was dead!

"Heh heh, no matter what, while the other side hasn't launched another attack yet, you'd better hurry up and find a way out of here, kid. Otherwise the two of us will be staying here to be buried with it," the Ghost Thing said.

"Yeah." Wei Zhao nodded, and without giving it any more thought, immediately began groping his way forward. With luck, he might find the formation's core or a way out. The chances were exceedingly slim, but in his present situation, treating a dead horse as though it were alive was all he could do.

He felt his way cautiously forward, and unexpectedly this time there was no lightning like before. Even as he rejoiced, Wei Zhao did not dare relax in the slightest—this was clearly the calm before the storm.

"Senior, do you feel that?" Wei Zhao asked the Ghost Thing.

"I feel it. Looks like your guess just now was right, kid—this entire space around us is filled with a powerful resentment," the Ghost Thing said thoughtfully.

"What? The whole space?" Wei Zhao was startled. He had only vaguely felt something odd, as though this resentment were the chagrin of some being flying into a rage from humiliation. He had never imagined that it could fill the entire space.

"Indeed. Though my spiritual sense is obstructed, my intuition has never been wrong. This resentment is strong to the point of being almost unbelievable..." The Ghost Thing's tone was grave, and it seemed lost in thought.

"Then the one with its eye on us must be an utterly heaven-defying lightning-attribute spirit beast? Could it be one of your Dragon clan's Thunder Dragons, Senior? Maybe you could claim kinship with it?" Wei Zhao's eyes lit up.

Among the most powerful lightning-attribute spirit beasts, the Lightning Eagle probably ranked below the Thunder Dragon. And if it really was a Thunder Dragon, then as the former Azure Dragon, the Ghost Thing might truly be able to sit down and have a talk with it.

"You'd better not pin your hopes on that, kid. Hurry up and think of a way to escape—that's the real business. This feeling, this aura, is nothing like a Thunder Dragon's. And even if it were, I have no ties with them at all. Claim kinship, my ass..." The Ghost Thing curled its lip dismissively.

"All right." In truth, Wei Zhao knew full well that such a hope was unreliable, so he had never stopped moving his feet, quickening his pace as he groped forward.

It was just that visibility here was truly too poor—nothing but a hazy blur, nothing to be seen. And with his spiritual sense unable to perceive anything, Wei Zhao could only rely on his own two feet to probe the surroundings.

By now Wei Zhao had completely lost any desire to search for the Nourishing Mystery Grass. No treasure was worth anything if he wasn't alive to enjoy it. As for heaven-and-earth treasures like the Nourishing Mystery Grass—well, he would think about them once he was sure he could escape with his life.

As he continued groping his way forward, Wei Zhao suddenly felt a chill of alarm. He did not need the jade pendant's warning to know that another powerful bolt had gathered overhead. One glance upward was enough to make his heart pound with fright—the lightning just now had been near-violet, but this time it was fully violet.

That meant the bolt overhead was even more powerful than the last one!

And Wei Zhao could distinctly feel that with the appearance of this violet bolt, the resentment pervading the surroundings seemed to have eased somewhat in that moment, as though it were venting its fury through this violet lightning.

Boom! Unlike the previous time, the violet bolt did not circle overhead for long. Before Wei Zhao could react, it came crashing down, and without any suspense he was sent flying into the air once more, his whole body convulsing and shuddering violently like a sieve.

The near-violet bolt before had already given Wei Zhao more than he could bear, and now this violet bolt—even with the bit of experience he had gained—was something he could not fully withstand. This was no longer mere agony, but endless torment and torture.

At this rate, even if his willpower could hold out, his physical body absolutely could not. After all, when all was said and done, he was only an early-stage Xuan Sheng expert, and the lightning power he could endure was extremely limited. Any more and he would die.

Discharge! In this moment of life and death, a flash of inspiration struck Wei Zhao. His body could not contain this much lightning power—he had to think of a way to release half of it at once. Only then could he lighten the burden on his body.