There was nothing else but flashes of lightning all over the sky. The air was filled with electric charges that made one's skin tingle, and all the other natural energies had disappeared. Countless electric screens, woven from numerous electric arcs and over a hundred thousand feet in diameter each, twisted and fluttered silently in the void like ghosts. This was a literal lightning hell.
Lei Meng floated in the middle of the void that stretched for tens of thousands of miles. This was his territory, the world of lightning he had built with his own enormous fiend power. No other types of natural energies existed here except the energies of thunder and lightning. Such an environment was the true appearance of the birthplace of Lei Meng's race.
