Every time, it leaves a large area of scorched black, the air filled with the foul stench of burnt fur.
The Thunderstorm Bird is extremely fast, and with each attack, the griffins can't avoid it.
The elite forces of Lorand City don't stop resisting either, flapping their wings and unleashing sharp wind blades, whistling out.
Able to cover tens of meters.
But the Thunderstorm Bird, at its extreme speed, can easily dodge the griffin's attacks each time.
In contrast, their lightning is unavoidable.
The knights on their backs lack offensive means and can only cooperate with the griffins.
In terms of numbers, levels, and offensive means, the griffins appear extremely miserable.
In just a few breaths, another two were covered by lightning, their souls shattered, falling from the sky...
At this moment, in the central area, a scorched black flag caught Lear's eyes...a rose was blooming on the tattered flag.
Firina.
The mark of the Flower of the Northern Territory.
