In the air, the Primordial Qi of the Thunder and Ice-Fire Attributes fluctuated violently. A deep sense of dread finally appeared in He Long's impassive eyes. He could sense the Combat Skill Mu Chen was unleashing was nearly equal in power to his own.
'Damn it! What in the world happened to this guy? How could he possess such immense power? I refuse to accept this!!'
As the Crown Prince of a Middle and Upper-Class Empire, a man second to only one and ruler over millions, how could he tolerate such a terrifying anomaly emerging from a bottom-tier Empire?
Gritting his teeth, He Long poured what little Primordial Power he had left into his finger. The lightning in the sky had already formed a sphere nearly tens of meters in diameter, but this was not the Combat Skill's final form. In the next moment, He Long threw the Thunder Dragon Spear from his left hand high into the air.
