Countless red thunderbolts filled the entire Battle Platform space, like thick red thunder serpents crazily writhing around, the terrifying aura spreading wave by wave like the tide.
This was a carnival of thunder, with no trace of Ice Frost to be seen.
The vast Snow Country, which had previously stood in opposition to the thunder, now seemed to have collapsed and fallen.
The thunder spear, released like Heavenly Punishment, caused a circle around the central platform to weirdly quiet down, with many of the participating Wizard geniuses standing on Stone Pillars, their faces solemn. As for those lesser wizards, generally at Level 1 and 2 strength, many turned pale.
Even with the Protection Arrays and the barrier of layers of Space, the mere visual impact brought them wave after wave of suffocating oppression.
It was a terrifying power beyond their imagination, as if one more glance would shatter their souls.
