Within the hundred-meter-diameter giant sphere mixed with thunder and flame, an extremely hot pillar of fire, like a sharp, unparalleled spear, carrying a blinding glow that pierces the soul, instantly penetrated it. Accompanied by a crisp sound of air bursting, it broke through the thunder and pierced out from the rear.
"How is that possible?"
For the first time, a trace of fear and panic appeared in Goraz Dera's eyes. She was desperately channeling the destructive divine thunder in her horns, continuously increasing the output intensity of the thunder and lightning.
In ordinary times, such a lightning breath was enough to destroy cities, annihilate armies, and render the rebels utterly despairing.
But the opponent she faced was the Ashen Empire's Emperor, now the purist-blooded Subancestor Dragon in the Material Plane.
