A figure stood on the back of the rain dragon.
White clothes, black hair, handsome face.
The strong winds blew about, blowing up that white robe, raising up that head of black hair. It was indescribably fluttering and eternal.
He looked up and gazed at the ancient mountain range in front of him.
He had been here once before to accumulate lightning water for his lightning reservoir and even refined to the ranks of Berserker God.
He had already overloaded the lightning reservoir previously. He had come this time to search for the materials needed to refine the lightning reservoir further.
He kept the rain dragon away and rushed forward.
The Thunder Cliff Mountain was extremely ancient, and has existed since a long time ago. There were many reasons for its formation, and the most common reason was still the naturally formed lightning node, the natural luck of heaven and earth coming together.
