Richard extended his hand forward, uttered a sound, and recited the first self-created spell in this world: the Thunder Spell.
"Coret... Evans... Bakette..."
"Band... But!"
"Swish!"
Without using any energy, a golden lightning indeed sprang from the palm, spreading through the air. Unlike ordinary lightning, this golden lightning didn't dissipate; as it spread, its size grew larger, reaching over a thousand meters long recently.
At this moment, Richard recited the second self-created spell: the Reproduction Curse.
"Coret... Evans... Dake Si..."
"Capec... Airushen Ying!"
"Swish!"
Still without using any energy, the thousand-meter lightning suddenly thickened, and in the blink of an eye, split into two identical lightnings.
This was not the end; the two lightnings expanded again, and four golden lightnings appeared in this world.
Then came eight, sixteen, thirty-two...
The lightning increased exponentially, and in no time, it filled the entire vision.
