Chapter 429: If You've Got the Guts, Wipe Us Out Together

A low, commanding voice rolled out in every direction. The sky had been clear, but a breeze rose out of nowhere. The wind quickly thickened into a howl, and the clouds churned like boiling water. Dark masses gathered overhead. Forks of lightning slithered through the cloudbank, and muffled thunder rumbled again and again. Calling down Heavenly Thunder still needed a little time. Diego Santee's gaze cut toward the distance. Mabre Gavin's clash with the Baleful Soul had already reached a fever...