C213 (1/2)

There was no lighting inside the small magnetic chamber because it was impossible for any lighting to remain unharmed under the power of thunder. Therefore, the room was dark and normal people who entered would instantly be blinded.

To a martial artist, whether it was true essence or the power of blood, they would be able to see clearly in the dark.

There was a faint screen wrapping around the walls of the dim magnetic chamber. Although Ling Yan didn't touch it, he could still vaguely feel the violent aura inside as if it was about to break free from the restraints of the wall.

Ling Yan guessed that all of it should be the power of thunder.

In the center of the magnetic chamber, there was a circular object inlaid on the ground. Ling Yan walked over and looked down.

This was like a millstone. In the middle of the millstone was a blue thunderbolt pattern, and around it was a scale of one to ten. There was a pointer that currently pointed to zero.

This should be the item to select the strength of thunder. Ling Yan's mind moved; he would just have to give it a try. Thinking this, Ling Yan extended his right hand and placed it on the needle on the millstone, gently pushing him down to one scale.

Instantly, Ling Yan heard a slight buzzing sound from the magnetic chamber. Immediately, traces of white thunder energy overflowed from the walls in all directions, scattering in all directions like thousands of arrows!

”Swish, swish, swish, swish ~”

Countless white threads of thunder and lightning energy filled the entire small magnetic chamber. Ling Yan immediately received an attack from the white thunder and lightning energy.

”Crackle, crackle, crackle ~”

As the white power of thunder entered into his body, Ling Yan's body slightly trembled. As the white power of thunder wantonly roamed and destroyed through his meridians and blood, a slight numbing sensation spontaneously arose. His muscles trembled slightly, and one could even hear an extremely minute crackling sound within Ling Yan.