An Lin raised his head and stared up at the sky.
He was greeted by the sight of a scintillating sea of lightning that threatened to blind him.
A lightning dragon slightly smaller than Zhuo Ma appeared.
Its skin was a shiny golden color that was very piercing and bright to the naked eye, sending light radiating outward for over a hundred thousand feet.
Devastating bolts of white lightning revolved around its body, and those were also quite blinding to look at.
"Zhuo Ma, according to our tribal rules, you have requested for my help, so you have to attack this dragon with me. At the same time, I have to be the one to land the killing blow!" Zeus' voice erupted like claps of thunder.
"Of course," Zhuo Ma replied in an indifferent voice.
The battle hadn't even started, and they were already talking about who was going to slay the enemy.
This was a huge insult to the proud Ao Qingyu!
