CHAPTER 993
BANG—! BOOOOM—!
The enormous pillar of lightning descended upon Devan with overwhelming force.
Instantly, the ground beneath the giant erupted upward in a chaotic rain of debris and scorched dust.
A massive blanket of grime saturated the entire area while residual sparks of electricity flickered and flew through the air like dying stars.
"Ah… weak."
Waving his massive hand through the atmosphere, Devan unleashed a blast of wind that surged outward, clearing the dust to reveal he was perfectly unharmed.
One of his hands had been lifted casually above his head to intercept the lightning pillar—a strike that had done nothing more than slightly scorch the surface of his skin.
The attack was gone, and so was the caster.
The Behemoth's eyes swiftly shot toward the sky to see Grey hovering above him with a pair of wind swords gripped tightly in his grasp.
Bang—!
Grey kicked the air with all his might, rushing downward with thunderous velocity.
