It's not only fierce but also astonishingly frequent.
Standing at the mountain's peak, Tang Xing squinted as he gazed towards Donglan Mountain, calculating in his mind: "Such fierce thunder, even if it were just me, crossing would be daunting, let alone bringing four teammates along. It seems a long-term plan is needed."
Ancients said that Heaven and Earth can hear a person's thoughts; Tang Xing had never believed this. Yet, as he was silently calculating, the thunder over the distant mountains suddenly started roaring.
If the prior thunder was like rumbles of drums, this was like a torrential storm, audible even from a hundred miles away with its dense rumbling.
Soon after, the group spotted a white line appearing on the barrier of Donglan Mountain from afar, somehow.
The white line tumbled down from high to low, raising white dust that obscured the upper half of the glowing Donglan Mountain.
