Chapter 971: Thunder Spirit
After more than ten seconds of relentless thunderfalls, Leon remained completely unharmed. Even the magma pool, over two hundred meters wide, showed no real damage—just waves of molten rock surging up, but ultimately to no effect.
Dubois snorted coldly and began chanting at breakneck speed. One by one, runes crackling with lightning flew from his mouth, and the immense black cloud vortex overhead unleashed a torrent of thunder. Branches split off from the Thunder Tree above.
The chain of runes drew countless bolts of lightning midair, finally merging into a gigantic thunder spear dozens of meters long. Shaped like a bolt of lightning and brimming with terrifying power, it plunged straight down from the sky toward Leon's magma pool.
In the sky, the thunder spear—dozens of meters long—dragged a tail of lightning behind it, descending almost instantly above the magma pool.
But suddenly, the magma pool shifted sideways by several hundred meters at astonishing speed...
The massive thunder spear slammed into the ground. Instantly, a blinding radiance erupted—the earth seemed to explode from below, huge chunks of rock flying upward, only to be pulverized in the glare and vanish without a trace...
Boom...
Thunder rolled across the battlefield...
A white blast wave turned into a shockwave, carrying the force of thunder. Like a giant wave over ten meters high, it swept across hundreds of meters in an instant...