This place has been passed down for hundreds of years. Generations of ancestors of the Thunderbolt Sect have made it extremely hidden, retreating into seclusion or emerging into the world, advancing and retreating at will, easy to defend but difficult to attack.
A figure appeared, with blood energy emanating from his body, and a bloodstain running across his left shoulder.
He gritted his teeth and persisted, his figure quickly darting, ignoring his own bleeding, swiftly heading toward the Thunderbolt Sect's mountain gate.
"Pffwah!"
Rushing to the gate, he could no longer withstand his injuries and collapsed on the steps of the gate.
His lips pale, he pulled out a flare from his bosom and fired it into the sky, exploding into brilliant fireworks.
"Whoosh!"
Moments later, a streak of light shot out from within the Thunderbolt Sect, instantly spotting the person heavily injured on the ground.
"Hm?"
