Chapter 4908 — Discharge
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"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.