"Boom!"
A rumble that shook the mountains and split the earth sounded above the great hall. The pagoda was whipped into the sky by the dragon's tail, spinning and shrinking back into the mature woman's hand.
"The Lightning Spirit? The Thunder Dragon!"
The middle-aged woman squinted her eyes, her gaze fixed on the Thunder Dragon, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.
"Hahaha, great job, brother Thunder!"
The spirit of Tianhuo was excited. With a wave of his small hand, countless tiny flames instantly grew larger, forming a ring that surrounded the entire palace.
"The Spirit of Fire?"
The middle-aged woman was greatly shaken, her eyes flitting with surprise for a moment.
"The wind aids the fire."
Tianfeng smirked, gently waving his little hand in the direction of the wind, a tornado appeared out of nowhere, roaring and rushing towards the palace.
"The Spirit of Wind?"