Boom!
A thick lightning bolt, carrying the scorching smell of sulfur, struck the ground, blasting a bowl-sized pit in the gray rock beneath his feet.
Jeming remained unmoved, with the Earth Element Shield on his body as stable as a mountain, absorbing the violent current completely.
In front of him, a Thunderstorm Beetle over five meters tall, its body covered in a black carapace, was angrily shrieking, once again gathering blinding electric arcs in its mouth.
"Beasts can only rely on brute force or simple corrosive, venomous attacks. Only creatures that can directly manipulate Elemental Power can be called Magical Beasts."
Jeming looked up at the thunderstorm gathering above, recalling the relevant knowledge: "Their attack methods are more complex, more powerful, and their mastery of energy is more exquisite, making their combat prowess far surpass ordinary beasts."
