Yaya's claws pressed firmly on the shoulders of the King of Ghouls, a terrifying pressure and gravity continuously sapped his resistance.
Like a tidal wave, thunder surged majestically from Matthew's magic wand.
The sky, filled with gathering storm clouds, flickered with serpents of silver dancing wildly.
They listened to Matthew's command, crashing down incessantly, penetrating deeply into the body of Dorison, the King of Ghouls.
The special guiding force not only allowed Matthew to control the surrounding lightning but also gather the clouds and moisture in the sky.
Even the howling winds complied with Matthew's will, sweeping clouds from afar.
The clouds in the sky grew thicker and thicker, while violent lightning continued to flash.
The blood light shimmering on the King of Ghouls gradually dimmed, as vast amounts of lightning bore into his body, just to drain and paralyze him a bit.
His full resistance and struggle almost had no effect at all.
