''You.'' he pointed at the growing dark clouds before him. One perfectly modeled fingers pointing directly at her as his eyes burned directly into the growing storm.
He could not see her or whoever was controlling this but he knows it wasn't ordinary.
Qing Yue's chest heaved as her magic growing in-between her fingers trembled, a tear streak rolling down her freckled pale cheeks as she met with his unforgiving stare.
She was so sorry. So sorry. None of this was meant to even harm him in any way.
Her deep blue icy glare watered a bit.
The Black Dragon refusing to let this slide, conjured up a lightning strike of his.
Now, this wasn't just any random lightning magic or the petty ones from the heavens.
It stretched against his whole arms, blazing, furious with tiny visible veins of his divine power flowing through each spark.
It drew violent yin energy from the sky, shrouding him in darkness and stunning the immortals looking at him from below.
