Thunder roared, enveloping the entire White Tiger Tribe in a shroud of ominous weather.
Su Chengyu looked up at the sky, silently observing the gathering force of Heaven and Earth in the distance.
"Lord, this lightning storm…"
"As you suspected, it's the maneuver of the White Tiger."
Upon hearing this, Chang Li gasped, murmuring, "So this is the Thunder Pool's stronghold, right?"
"Precisely, it's a stronghold capable of resisting a Demon God."
Su Chengyu said softly, then looked at Hu Xiao.
Feeling an ominous sensation, Hu Xiao immediately retreated a few steps, saying.
"Lord, in face of such a technique, I can do nothing. If you want me to enter it, you might as well just end it quickly."
Su Chengyu replied coldly, "Humph, no need to worry, I don't intend for you to do anything. I only hope you can protect Chang Li while I engage the White Tiger."
Upon hearing this, Hu Xiao let out a breath of relief and said with assurance.
