At that moment, the ground shook violently along with the roar of the wind that rumbled again. Seven layers of magic circles appeared from around Crok's body, who raised his wand upwards. Meanwhile, Tigres' sword seemed to be shrouded in black gradation like lightning and smoldering black flames.
In the sky, suddenly, a boisterous wind began to spin like a storm slowly. The condensed air seemed to form the shape of a dragon. Without wasting any more time, Tigres slashed his sword toward Satria. The dense air his slash produced seemed to be shrouded in dark black steam. Crok also swung his wand, which emitted a green gradient light downwards. Several storm dragon figures that formed in the air immediately shot down towards Satria.
"Why don't you guys still think that your resistance was futile?" muttered Satria while grinning with his eyes glaring at Tigres.
"Triple dimensional slash!" shouted Satria.