Just then, Thunderbolt's front paw gently swiped through the air, and its body streaked towards the depths of Sword Mountain like a bolt of lightning. The pressure of an Ancient Bloodline Demonic Beast blanketed the entire forest instantaneously, causing the magical beasts in the vicinity to fall silent as if struck by frost, trembling as they lay prone on the ground.
Lightning watched Thunderbolt's running direction with unmistakable envy. Compared to before, Thunderbolt's magical beast form had grown almost more than tenfold, akin to an Ancestral Mountain suspended midair, startlingly immense. As a magical beast from Beiting Huang's early stage, Thunderbolt had secured such a fortunate opportunity and had become a beast with a remarkably pure bloodline. But what about him?
