"You Filth from a fallen continent!"
Refusing to be humiliated any further, Wang Rou stepped forward, his face twisted in rage.
Tapping into the core of their grand formation, he summoned an oppressive storm that blotted out the sun.
The very atmosphere grew heavy and suffocating as a terrifying, spectral green dragon roared into existence, coiling menacingly through the darkened sky.
'A-A dragon... did he summon it? No... he made a what? A manifestation or something? This is possible too?!'
Trying not to be unfazed by the apocalyptic beast, Cale swept his arms wide, summoning a violent tempest of his own.
Arcs of chaotic red and blue lightning crackled around him, violently compressing into a volatile, unstable sphere of destruction. All eighteen blades' tips stuck together, making something like a drill spinning with a speed so high, it looked like it wasn't even moving.
