"We're almost at the Thunder Pool!"
Leize's eyes were gleaming with a fervent desire as he watched the lightning bolts, thick as water buckets, striking a distant mountain peak.
He just needed to reach the Thunder Pool. He believed that the Three Saints of Accumulated Thunder Mountain would definitely not stand by and watch him die. After all, they were all part of the Demon Clan. Besides, they had met once in the past.
He glanced back at the cultivators from the three sects chasing him relentlessly.
He was still hundreds of miles away from the Thunder Pool. The sky was heavily clouded, and the frequency of thunderstorms was extremely high. If he took to the air, he was likely to be struck by lightning. As a Thunderbolt-attribute Behemoth, Leize wasn't afraid of lightning. However, he couldn't handle being continuously and extensively attacked by it.
SPLAT!
Before Leize could react, a water ball suddenly slammed into him, drenching him with a bone-chilling coldness.
