On the Golden Thunder Peak of Myriad Demon Mountain, Lin Zekong held the Spirit-Seeking Plate in his hand, continuously casting Spirit Art.
From within the mountain below, low roars began to emerge, and at the same time, thunderclouds started to gather in the sky.
Lin Zekong's expression became increasingly solemn, finally, with the last Spirit Art cast, a blue figure flew out from within the Spirit Vein below and fell into the Spirit-Seeking Plate.
At this moment, the Spirit-Seeking Plate became filled, the blue thunder attribute Spiritual Energy turned extremely violent.
And the mountain range that had been emptied seemed somewhat dim and lifeless.
Lin Zekong let out a sigh of relief, he looked at Lin Shiming, then at Lin Shilei.
"Mission accomplished!"
"Well done!" Lin Shiming couldn't help but praise.
Lin Zekong and Lin Zecheng have truly grown up now.
Back in the day, at the martial arts arena, Lin Zekong would still make a fuss about unfairness because of his age.
