The power contained within the bolt of golden-tinged purple lightning was immense. In the blink of an eye, it penetrated through the Narwhal Dragon's body. The destructive lightning wreaked havoc inside its body, ripping apart every inch of its scales.
"Howl…!" The Narwhal Dragon's anguished wail echoed through the skies.
Its gigantic body crashed into the earth and rocked the floating boulder.
Blood seeped from the corner of its mouth, and there was a look of terror etched across its face as it looked toward the male slowly walking toward it. Even now, the Narwhal Dragon still couldn't believe that it was defeated by a cultivator of the Spirit Nurturing Stage.
It was already beyond belief that An Lin could identify the flaws of all its attacks. The fact that he could actually manipulate the supreme purple lightning was even more unfathomable. What kind of bloody freak was he?! The Narwhal Dragon was in disbelief and utter confusion…