Above the sky, a meteoric figure flashed by, the light emitted by the Hexagram piercing directly into people's hearts.
In the distance, the Undead instinctively looked toward that direction, their gaze seemingly captivated by a magical pull, unable to shift their line of sight.
"Boom!!"
A thunderous, earth-shattering sound echoed as that hill made of Black Chestnut Stone was utterly pulverized by a single strike.
A massive pit, with a diameter of several tens of meters, appeared right in the middle.
Pique only felt the ground beneath his feet tremble several times, almost losing his balance in the process.
His face was full of shock as he stared over there, unable to utter a single word.
"Tch, show-off... Even I can do something like that."
Elcurus, in human form, pursed his lips in disdain, displaying a nonchalant attitude.
Compared to the other two Frost Giant Dragons, his mastery of the Transformation Technique was slightly better.
