The weather was freezing cold, and it was nearing dusk. The lights in the second district gradually turned on one after the other, amplifying the heaviness of the smog-filled sky. Without realization, nine days had passed.
During these nine days, as mentioned by the peak-level Innate elder, no one disturbed Shen Zhui.
"Szz~" Constant flashes of lightning were sparkling within the room, casting an unstable darkness on Shen Zhui's face.
A cage made entirely of lightning was steadily contracting in the room, rapidly expanding at times, and then rapidly shrinking again.
A few moments later, the lightning dissipated, plunging the room into darkness. Still, a glimmer of light flickered in Shen Zhui's eyes.
"Finally, I have mastered the third level of the Thunderbolt Technique, the Thunderbolt Cage."
