Zhao Guanlan moved his hands gently, as if dusting off dirt.
Two streaks of lightning condensed into the form of Thunder Dragons, leisurely sweeping across the sky.
Chuan Yi and Chuan San did not underestimate their opponent; instead, they focused their attention, carefully observing the attack from this [Profound Immortal].
The two Thunder Dragons were lifelike in form, with a faint black glow of destruction emanating from their scales, yet they conveyed an overall lazy demeanor.
Their movement speed was not fast, even inferior to natural lightning.
The energy strength contained within was also not powerful.
In front of Chuan Yi and Chuan San, several strings of blue fluorescent text flashed by.
"An ordinary move; this Zhao Guanlan is overrated."
"Should we lower our level of focus?"
"No, I suggest maintaining attention; instead of a direct confrontation, crush him outright."
