The moment Fang watched the meagre and pathetic effect of his lightning array, he ditched it aside. The old master proved his rich experience worth, moved at once to attack the monster head-on, joining other masters on his side to take down this worm.
Then the worm arched its upper segment, showed a circular row of sharp teeth and a bottomless pit in the middle. Out of nowhere, it roared, one that forced every single master to a halt out of immense fear.
This was how the upper realm worked; terror was the absolute ruler of these lands. And in the forbidden zones like this one, terror had another degree that was like nothing else in the world.
The roar was the first terror, then came the raining rocks.
From the huge mouth of that worm, a large number of rocks gushed out like endless hands were throwing them at the masters below. The first to respond was Fang, shouting to others to evade and retreat. Yet for many, his warning shout came a bit late to jolt them awake.
