Chapitre 223: Traversing the Moon

"Ah, this must be it," Rasoul remarked as he set foot into the lightning field, or more accurately, the Thunder Field. After traversing seven zones, Rasoul had finally reached the last one: the lightning field. It was a barren place, with only a few blades of grass rising above knee height. However, the entire zone crackled with pure, unrestrained thunder and lightning.

He had previously visited the blazing desert, where Joy had absorbed the fire essence, furthering her evolution by leaps and bounds. With each encounter, Joy had grown, and Rasoul could now discern signs of maturity manifesting across her form. Gradually, her once diminutive figure had begun to take on a more defined shape, a subtle transformation that was nonetheless noticeable.