The thunder dragon was raging, illuminating the night sky brightly, reflecting the faces of those stunned as if they were wooden chickens.
In the forefront of the battlefield,
closest to the black-flamed giant centipede and the destructive thunderbolt, Black Blade was the only one not in a daze, and he said, "Go!"
Go, ah go where?
Xing Jing Lei was startled, then saw the thunder dragon dive into the ground, peeling off the layers of the earth. Grass, trees, and rocks crumbled under the dazzling thunderlight, and so did the massive grotesque two-star and three-star Mystic Evils.
The thunderbolt purified the filth, and the earth's cracks spread towards them, with the dazzling thunderlight in their pupils growing brighter.
"F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!"
"Damn it!"
