Refining

DarkThunder had been with the two of them all day long, and they had developed a strong tacit understanding with each other. When Duan Yue casually said that, it trembled and bowed slightly, looking straight ahead with an extremely vigilant gaze.

"Whoosh!"

Without anyone noticing, the DarkThunder had really rushed out, leaving everyone stunned.

Although it was a Thunder-type demonic beast, it would still die under the heavenly might of this kind of Thunder, even if it could transform into lightning!

Duan Yue was dumbfounded. He was just making a casual remark, but he did not expect that the beast was really going to court death. He stomped his feet anxiously and roared, " "Bastard, come back!"

But the DarkThunder would not listen. It had already reached the periphery of the prison of Thunder. The lightning that was constantly shooting out of it struck its body. Its hair stood on end, and its roar kept getting louder.