The White Dragon, having slept for countless ages, awoke from its long dream. It stretched its body as if no one else were there.
Its draconic wings spread as it roared at the heavens, displaying the ancient majesty of a legendary creature.
Violent arcs of pure white lightning crackled across the ground. An instant later, a barrage of pure white Thunder Strikes rained down, blanketing the surrounding area. The chaotic dance of lightning was a display of immense power.
A few scorching, blinding Thunder Strikes exploded near Zhou Chen, unleashing a dense web of electric arcs that shot through the ground and air for several seconds before slowly dissipating.
Zhou Chen stared at his enemy, letting a stray arc of pure white electricity graze his cheek and leave a black scorch mark. He lowered his stance slightly, his right hand reaching behind his back to grip the hilt of his Great Tachi.
