Chapter 915 Promoted to the Middle Stage of the Ninth Rank (Part 1)

Wen Zilong now has purple lightning, and his perception of thunder and lightning has greatly increased.

He could sense every time purple lightning was about to appear.

So he can avoid all these purple lightnings.

Only the lightning that appeared specifically to strike him was like a homing missile, it was impossible to dodge.

In this black cloud, he began to climb upwards.

With his current speed, it was infinitely close to the speed of sound.

At this speed, he flew for more than an hour, and suddenly felt that his eyes suddenly opened up.

He has come out of the clouds.

The dark clouds were below him, like black cotton, rolling like a black ocean.

And overhead, there are no more dark clouds.

Only a faint mist.

However, although the fog is light, it cannot be seen through if it is far away.

As far as he could see, there were rolling dark clouds below.

There is a faint mist around and in the sky.

Boundless.

There is no sun, no moon, and no stars.

The environment is bright or not, and it is not dark if it is dark.

Such an environment gives people a feeling of depression.

At the same time, it feels very lonely.

It feels like being abandoned by the whole world.

Wen Zilong looked at the dark clouds below.

I thought to myself: Now that I am flying above the clouds, will the lightning not be able to strike me?

At this time, he unintentionally found a huge figure in the faint fog in the distance on the left.

That figure seemed to be connected to the sky above and black clouds below.

It looked like a huge human figure.

That's right, when Wen Zilong used Thunder Strike before, he saw this figure.

In this way, when he used Thunder Strike just now, he flew above the dark cloud almost instantly.

But now it took more than an hour to fly up.

This shows how abnormal the speed of Thunder Strike is.

It is conceivable that if he uses Thunder Strike to deal with the enemy, no savage dragon in this world can react to it.

Neither can tenth-order peaks.

Even Yaron Azeroth couldn't react.

After all, flashing like lightning is the description of the speed of a thunderbolt's strike.

Wen Zilong did not act immediately.

He was suspended in the air, looking at the figure of the giant in the distance.

Because of the heavy fog in the middle, it is hard to see clearly.

Only a rough outline can be seen.

The giant figure just stood there straight, motionless.

With doubts in his heart, Wen Zilong thought for a long time before deciding to go and find out.

If there is a way to escape from this thunderstorm purgatory, it is likely to be on the giant.

After flying for another half an hour, the giant figure remained motionless.

Moreover, although Wen Zilong's flying speed was not fast during the half hour, he could still reach 100 meters per second.

Half an hour is 180 kilometers.

It stands to reason that after flying so far, the figure of the giant should change.

Whether it's a change in angle or a change in size, there should always be some change.

However, the figure of the giant seemed to have always been there and never changed.

This made Wen Zilong feel a little weird.

I'm thinking about it.

Click——

A bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from the dark clouds below.

Hit Wen Zilong directly.

Without any reaction, he was directly stunned.

Falling down from a height.

Only this time, perhaps because Wen Zilong subconsciously didn't want to faint, he only fainted for more than ten seconds before waking up.

When he woke up, he was about to fall into the black cloud.

Enduring the great pain in his body, he flapped his wings and floated in the air.

After looking at it in my mind, the progress bar of the energy spar shows:

[Energy spar: 3/100. 】

He looked at the figure of the giant in the distance.

Wen Zilong gritted his teeth, endured the great pain in his body, and flew in the direction of the giant again.

Gradually, Wen Zilong flew faster and faster.

And the lightning strikes became more and more frequent.

Slowly, every hour, there will be an attack.

Until three days later - of course, these three days are calculated by the system based on 48 hours a day. Otherwise, there is no distinction between day and night here, and the time is not known at all-three days later, the figure of the giant is still standing so far away in the mist.

In Wen Zilong's mind, the progress bar displayed:

[Energy spar: 98.5/100. 】

He was only short of the final blow before he could be promoted again.

Wen Zilong looked at the huge figure of the giant in the distance, and sighed in his heart: When the hell can we fly here.

Just as he was sighing, his heart suddenly moved.

It's too slow to fly, so wouldn't it be very fast if you use the thunder strike to hurry?

Anyway, now I am only short of the last blow, and I can be promoted.

After being promoted, all negative effects will be cleared, and all skill cooldowns will be reset to zero.

Don't worry about running out of mental power after using Thunder Clap.

Do whatever comes to mind.

Wen Zilong thought.

An inch-long purple lightning bolt appeared in the right claw.

Then, more and more one-inch-long purple lightning appeared.

In the end, thousands of tiny purple lightning condensed into a purple lightning about three meters long.

The purple lightning kept crackling.

The next moment, purple lightning spread across Wen Zilong's body.

Soon, purple lightning continuously lingered all over his body.

At this time, Wen Zilong looked like the god of thunder coming to the world.

He tightly grasped the purple lightning with his right paw.

Then slammed forward.

In an instant, the purple lightning took him and swept him forward at a high speed.

His eyes couldn't see anything around him clearly.

Only a patch of purple was seen.

If there were people nearby, Wen Zilong would not be seen at all.

All I could see was a streak of purple lightning flashing across the sky at high speed and quickly disappearing into the distance.

This purple lightning bolt was used by Wen Zilong to hurry this time.

It flew for ten seconds.

In terms of conversion, the distance traveled in these ten seconds is probably equivalent to the distance traveled by Wen Zilong in twelve hours under normal conditions.

Of course, under such extreme speed, mental power is also consumed at a terrifying speed.

Soon, ten seconds later, he suddenly felt dizzy and tight in his chest.

The purple lightning on his body also quickly disappeared.

The purple lightning in his claws did not enter his body either.

From the extreme speed, he stopped in an instant.

Dizzy, he felt that because the speed from extreme speed to stillness was too fast, his soul seemed to be still flying forward due to inertia.

After more than a minute, he slowly adapted to the stillness.

look around.

There are still dark clouds rolling below.

There is still a faint mist around and in the sky.

The figure of the giant is still there——

wait!

Wen Zilong suddenly raised his eyebrows and his pupils shrank.

The figure of the giant is actually close in front of his eyes!