At the other end of the ocean, Lord Qiantang was letting out a roar, surrounded by countless thunder creatures that summoned endless bolts of thunder around him.
Lord Qiantang's massive True Dragon body was enveloped in thunder, giving off the semblance of a scent of scorched flesh.
"Have these damned things gone mad? I'm not their sworn enemy who killed their father, why are they so hell-bent on not stopping until one of us is dead?" Lord Qiantang complained to himself in his heart.
Individually, these thunder creatures were not very strong, but they often attacked in groups. Moreover, this was their home turf, where roving thunder was everywhere, making Lord Qiantang extremely uncomfortable.
