The radiating spell lights, short cries, the low roar of dragons, occasionally mixed with the sound of trees crashing down, seemed like cold water splashing on hot oil, suddenly making this narrow silent place quite lively.
Sorcerers wearing raven masks raised their law books, casting chaos spells, stun spells, soft leg curses, binding spells, etc., one after another as spells rained down like raindrops on the mutated Green Qiu.
However, the big dragon had no intention of surrendering with bound claws, shaking its head and swinging its tail, it roared and spewed out beams of light akin to sharp swords, along with bursts of magic-filled green aura. Those green glows seemed like a stroke of light, yet upon falling, they were like giant axes and iron hammers, splattering dirt and toppling trees as branches bent across the open ground.
