"Thunder Rage Sword, heed my call! Slay this demon!"
Akamaru finished forming the hand seal, called out loudly, and bowed deeply toward the summit of Bluestone Mountain.
At that very moment, the Thunder Rage Sword embedded in a great bluestone at the summit let out an earth-shaking, thunderous sword cry!
The cry rang out like a barrage of heavenly thunder. A vast mass of dark clouds instantly swallowed the clear sky, streaks of terrifying lightning flashing within them.
The Thunder Rage Sword suddenly shot out of the great bluestone and soared into the thick clouds, unleashing waves of savage thunderous energy.
The sky changed dramatically. Air currents began swirling of their own accord, soon whipping up a fierce gale.
"This is... our lord's Thunder Rage Sword has been drawn!"
"To think they actually had to invoke the final measure!"
"Akamaru actually lost!"
"Is the third young master of the Ice Wolf Royal Lineage really that terrifyingly strong?!"
Raiga, Feng Xie, Fei Tu, and Shui Yue all paled and looked up at the sky. This phenomenon alone told them a great deal.
Although they had won their battles on the four sides, Akamaru had lost the fight at the very front.
Akamaru was the strongest of the five. If even he had lost, that third young master's strength had to be terrifying.
That was why they had been forced to invoke Lord Mingye's final measure!
All the Demon Wolf Tribe members understood this. By the cliff, Little Kōga stared blankly at the sky. He had bragged to his friends about this power more times than he could count.
"My brother's Thunder Rage Sword has been drawn!"
Little Kōga watched the spectacle in astonishment. This power was even more terrifying than he had imagined.
At that moment, Bing Jiling shuddered all over.