Lord Thundersting Dragon had barely finished speaking when four lightning spears formed from the surrounding restrictions shot toward the four Primordial Spirit powerhouses, including Withered Plain.
At the same time, three enormous lightning spheres appeared, instantly hemming in Withered Dragon.
Withered Dragon tried to evade, but this was Lord Thundersting Dragon's cave abode, where the advantage of terrain was overwhelming. Though Withered Dragon flickered several times, he was still trapped between the three lightning spheres.
Withered Dragon swept out a hand. A teeth-grating clatter rang all around them as trees made of white bones thrust up through the gray-white haze. In the blink of an eye, the trees had formed a forest, completely swallowing Withered Dragon's figure.
Boom, boom, boom! The lightning spheres streaked back and forth through the bone forest, shattering every tree in their path. Yet the bone dust they raised did not simply vanish. It gathered into towers, and one by one, colossal bone pagodas emerged from the forest.
"Old fool, these tricks are nowhere near enough to deal with me." After their first exchange, Withered Dragon's initial unease had settled.
Lord Thundersting Dragon's divine abilities had indeed been peerless in his prime. Withered Dragon and Treading Snake together had been no match for him. But times had changed. No matter how formidable he had once been, now he had only a single Thunder Soul Pupil left. Who knew how much of his ability had survived the passage of time?
Before the words had faded, the countless bursts of bone dust suddenly coalesced into several enormous dragon-headed skeletons. Each held a sharp axe, and all at once they swung their weapons down.
As the giant axes fell, dragon roars rang out. But like the bone trees around them, those roars carried a strange and terrifying aura of