That was the inheritance from the ancestor of the lava dragon.
Usually bound by layers of seals, because once unleashed, even he cannot fully control it.
"Don't tell me you're going to blow up something again..."
Laku shook his head with a wry smile, but his hands acted decisively.
He pressed his hands to the ground, and countless sand walls emerged like bamboo shoots after rain, stacking up to form a sturdy defense in front of Edwin.
Patty swiftly danced through the air, using airflow control to create a turbulence zone in the entire area.
The tentacles waving chaotically out of control turned immediately erratic and unstable upon entering the turbulent zone, significantly reducing their power.
"Thirty seconds... should be enough..."
Edwin's voice turned deep like thunder, and magma-like patterns flowed over his skin.
His height began to increase sharply, five meters, ten meters, twenty meters...
