Summon Them to Surrender

Seeing Qing Mei wounded by a single strike, Luo Shan’s eyes shone with excitement.

As a naughty kid who had just gained a magical new toy, he surely wanted to play with it for a bit longer.

Ji Hao and Po narrowed their eyes, watching Qing Mei flee desperately; the sneers on their faces exactly the same. Lou Shan had already raised the thunder dragon awl and incanted the spell once again. A thin, dark dragon silhouette flew across the sky like a sharp dagger, along with waves of heaven-shattering dragon roars. The thunder rumbled and the lightning bolts descended. The tens of Senior Magi were still in the air and had not yet managed to land, but the dark dragon silhouette fiercely struck into their ordered group in a flash.

Hundreds of water-tank sized spheres of black lightning bolts struck down from the sky. Countless fist-sized black lightning bolts sizzled between their bodies, like thousands of fierce poisonous snakes.