A sharp sword, piercing eyes.
A cold glint flickered from the slashing blade, sharp as a needle's point, sending a shiver down one's spine.
This was the very sensation coursing through the Thunder-Stepping Silver-Horned Bull.
The sharp sword aimed to pierce its lightning-wreathed eyes.
"ROAR!"
Countless arcs of lightning converged, completely enveloping the Thunder-Stepping Silver-Horned Bull. It looked like a Thunder Beast stepping out from the heart of a storm, a sight that dared anyone to approach.
The lightning finally gathered on the Thunder-Stepping Silver-Horned Bull's enormous horn, which darkened in color—a sign of the concentrated power, and a testament to its terrifying nature.
A sufficient quantity can induce a qualitative change, and the aura of this concentrated lightning was now far more terrifying.
"BOOM!"
