The purple Thunder Dragon roared, its righteous yang energy surging as it shot straight towards the Nine Heavens. If Lei Jun hadn't been able to skillfully contain the full extent of his Mana, this roar—like a dragon's cry or a clap of thunder—could have reverberated throughout Dragon Tiger Mountain. At present, under his control, the thunderous sounds were constrained and did not escape outward. Nonetheless, wave after wave of draconic might emanated from it, with streaks of purple lightning continuously darting within the quiet room.
