But, it didn't matter!
He wasn't afraid of strong opponents, nor was he afraid that his fighting spirit wouldn't be stimulated!
Now he felt full of fighting spirit, which was great. He enjoyed this feeling. He felt his blood boiling, and he was already eagerly anticipating his next encounter with Chen Qiu!
The Seventh Prince, seated cross-legged on dry leaves, radiated intense fighting spirit as he continued to watch the scene projected in the air by the Memory Stone.
The Sea Clan began a major offensive.
Nearly thirty thousand Thunder Dragons, carrying an extremely terrifying aura, smashed down on the Sea Demons below, turning them all to ash with that single strike.
"..."
The fighting spirit of the Seventh Prince suddenly diminished a lot, his mouth slowly gaping open involuntarily, a trace of disbelief flashing in his eyes. How had so little time passed, yet the scale and intensity of Chen Qiu's Thunder Summoning Technique had increased by a level?
