Without the stone wall blocking them, the Thunderbirds tried to seize the chance to attack, but Lynn was faster.
He curled the fingers of his right hand slightly, drawing the power of the earth veins from the mountain below once more. It formed over a dozen thick earthen spikes that shot upward at the three Thunderbirds.
The three Thunderbirds hastily climbed higher.
Two evaded the attack, but the lowest one was half a beat too slow and was pierced through the abdomen by an earthen spike.
It shrieked and fell from the sky.
With a wave of Lynn's left hand, the Chains of Death wrapped around the other two Thunderbirds suddenly tightened.
One Thunderbird had its wing forcibly severed and plummeted into the mountain ravine with a scream.
The other struggled desperately. The chains cut deep wounds into its body, but it could not break free.
The Thunderbird leader went mad.
Lightning surged across its body as it transformed into a streak of blue light and charged straight at Lynn.
It was astonishingly fast, tearing the air apart with a piercing shriek.
Lynn remained where he was.
Three hundred meters.
Two hundred meters.
One hundred meters.
Fifty meters.
The Thunderbird leader stretched out both claws, their tips wrapped in blinding electricity.
If this strike landed, an ordinary third-ring Wizard without protection would be torn apart on the spot.
Lynn raised his right hand and spread his fingers.
Space froze.
The Thunderbird leader suddenly halted, as if seized by an invisible hand.
It struggled frantically in midair, lightning raging wildly around it, but the surrounding air pinned it down so tightly that it could not move.
Lynn slowly twisted the fingers of his right hand, and space began to distort.
The air around the Thunderbird leader gradually contracted inward. It let