A chasm of lightning forced the direwolves not to dare to leap forward.
Meanwhile, the elves in the trees regained their footing, and the intensity of their rain of arrows increased once again.
The Qilin was clearly not exhausted by its thunderous power.
Previously, it fought with the Golden Lion for half a day, only losing strength after the final massive discharge. This time, it merely discharged on the ground once.
"Rreeee!"
The Qilin reared up again, letting out an excited neigh.
Blue-white glimmers began to shine under the Beastman's feet once more.
"Clang!"
Thunder descended from the sky, blowing up a large area of scorched flesh and high-temperature soil.
This soil was even turned into glass-like fragments by the Qilin's lightning.
"Behind us, behind us."
Lann calmly listened to all the sounds around him, gently patting the Qilin's neck as he spoke to it.
The New Continent's Ancient Dragon immediately kicked its hind legs.
