Crack!
A bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere, striking directly atop the elder's head.
The elder seemed to have anticipated it, raising his hand to produce a burst of green light that precisely blocked the lightning above him.
He then extended a palm, from which a small flame was born. With a gentle push, the ball of fire immediately flew towards Greg Jensen.
The flame grew longer in the wind, and by the time it reached close proximity, it had become the size of an adult's head. Even from a distance, one could feel the scorching heat emanating from the fireball.
Greg Jensen, calm and composed, circulated his blood qi to drape himself in several layers of Blood Armour. Then, exhaling deeply, he threw a steady punch.
This punch was as stable as Mount Tai, carrying a majestic momentum that hit the fireball squarely.
Bang!
Sparks scattered in all directions!
The massive fireball burst open upon impact, turning into countless sparks that dissipated into the air.
