In the afternoon, the sky began to flash with lightning and thunder once more.

Jiang Han quickly started refining the Mystic Materials. He concentrated several types of thunder-attribute Mystic Materials into the Divine Altar, then quietly waited for the thunder to strike.

"Crack!"

A bolt of lightning struck Thunder Island, and an arc of lightning was drawn by the lightning-attracting formation, then dispersed into countless smaller arcs by the lightning-dissipating formation, entering Jiang Han's body.