Mo Fei was startled. Damn, that's quite formidable!
He struggled hard, but the giant hand was incredibly strong, and for a time, it even held the mighty Storm Dragon King Mo Fei at a stalemate. Whenever Mo Fei destroyed part of the giant hand with his dragon claws, more earth elemental substance immediately repaired it.
He shouldn't tangle with this giant hand; the right move was to attack the spellcaster!
Thunder Breath! A blast of thunder roared forth.
Who knew that Ner'zhul, raising his arms, would slightly open his fingers — grasp of the storm!
The lightning actually fell directly into the palm of Ner'zhul's hand, writhing and jumping, but unable to break free no matter what.
Ner'zhul looked at the lightning in his hand, "Powerful force, but pity, it's useless against me! Here, take it back."
With a lift of his hand, the lightning reflected back.
