The black light shone brightly.
A forceful strike descended.
Transforming into a towering giant hand.
Facing any Ancestor, even an extremely weakened one, there can be no disregard; if one strikes, it must be with full force, aiming for a decisive kill in one blow.
"Wretched creature! You're playing tricks, the Ancestor will absolutely not forgive you."
The Great Owl Thunder Ancestor had traversed the Star River for many years, encountering countless events, and initially did not pay much attention to such an ambush.
Not until the black hand considered the swirling storm as nothing, pierced through, annihilated layers of thunder, and further approached, looming over his head, did he instinctively sense something amiss, feeling a calamity was imminent.
In a rage, the Great Owl Thunder Ancestor hurriedly squeezed out the last of his strength for a desperate resistance.
