The purple lightning was extremely eye-catching within the clouds and the night sky. It was very normal for lightning to burst forth and disappear within the clouds. Everywhere there were strange blue lights. They were long or short, big or small. Each burst carried with it an extremely destructive spirit. Junior Leopard was already used to it.
Yes, he was already used to it.
However, when he saw this streak of purple lightning flash past, he felt a tug in his heart.
He didn't know why. He didn't even know what the purple thunderbolt represented.
This was just like when a baby was born, and he wanted to drink milk, to cry, and to make noise. It was an instinctive ability that he couldn't sense.
