Rock laughed in anger, fury filled his eyes.
Ezra Zephyr could no longer be bothered to speak, he said what he had to. He formed a seal with one hand before his palm suddenly flew forth.
Thundering lightning chaos force abruptly cackled, akin to a web of black and red as it bolted out from Ezra's palm. When it surged out, it seemed to turn into a big bolt of lightning covered in red hints that released like a dragon.
An extremely alarming aura violently unfurled.
This palm strike had been imbued with the 8 Lost Dragons!
The spiritual energy was faintly shaped like a giant lizard, it was the dragon-type Martial Animal blood Ezra Zephyr refined. However, it appeared somewhat indistinct because he had yet to fully refine it.
Even so, the strike was imposingly powerful, tearing apart even the ground itself.
