This Will Be Your Miserable End
Right as Damien threw his jet-black lighting bolt, Irene had sent out a substantial amount of her ethereal energy towards Damien's lighting bolt, which upon contact amplified it to the point where it multiplied in size to form a lighting bolt as tall as a 10-meter building!
And the next second, when it struck against Ruthren's smaller water dragon, it instantly got vaporized!
"Impossible…" Ruthren's expression couldn't be more stunned. In fact, he had never felt so shocked in his entire life since he never had to.
What he couldn't digest was how a boy with inferior cultivation at the Early Levels of the Sky Ethereal Realm was able to take down an attack from him who was at the Peak Level of the Profound Ethereal Realm. This whole thing seemed even more exaggerated than the myths written down in ancient records.