On the battlefield, tiny arcs of electricity danced everywhere, sparking countless electric sparks. Within dozens of miles, the thunder elements became extraordinarily active, as if awakened by some unknown presence.
"Swish—"
A fierce wind swept in carrying countless sand and stones, raising heavy black gusts filled with a certain pungent scent.
"It's a sandstorm!"
This powerful storm blew the soldiers on the battlefield left and right, even lifting quite a few unarmored soldiers, tossing them into the air along with shattered earth and broken trees. Even the giant dragons in the sky had to vigorously flap their dragon wings to barely maintain flight.
At the center of the storm and dark clouds, a terrifying presence seemed to hide, its form concealed within the dazzling thunder.
Misha looked up solemnly, gazing toward the center of the distant storm, murmuring to herself: "Thunder Tyrant Goraz Dera..."
