Su Lin took a deep breath; the gravity deep within the wilderness was greater than outside, especially in the inner circle. He didn't know how fast he could go at full speed.
Inside him, "Fa" began to operate, Qi and blood gradually boiled, and the lightning patterns on the Bamboo Pole Blade were illuminated inch by inch.
The sound of electricity rose from a sizzle to a crackle, then to a zizila roar.
Brilliant electric light pierced through the thick fog.
Su Can looked at him in astonishment, feeling that he understood less and less about his grandson.
But now was not the time to think more. He lifted the Giant Sword and charged forward.
Su Lin's movement had already alerted the Black Tide; without a sound, the ruin seeped strange, wriggling black mud.
The appearance of the Black Tide made the air seem polluted, as an eerie aura of death spread out.
The three women saw it and got goosebumps.
"Ha—!!"
