Chapter 270: The Battle Between Thorne Vs Sylra and Kaelor (2)

Thorne Arcturus stood firm, his eyes sharp and filled with unwavering determination. As the storm swirled violently around him, he raised his hand, summoning his spear in a crackling burst of lightning. The weapon materialized with a flash, its length glowing fiercely with the energy of the storm.

Lightning coiled and danced along the spear's shaft, casting a harsh light across Thorne's face, his expression one of grim focus. The wind howled louder, answering his call.

"Let's end this," Thorne muttered, his voice low but filled with a cold fury that even the raging storm couldn't drown out.

With a swift motion, he activated Stormbreaker Spear, imbuing the weapon with the full power of the tempest surrounding him.

The spear surged with violent energy, the wind and lightning responding in perfect harmony with his movements. Each strike of thunder in the sky echoed in his spear's electric hum.

Across the battlefield, Sylra and Kaelor stood unwavering, their faces set in grim determination. They could feel the intensity of Thorne's power, but fear did not reach their eyes. Instead, there was a cold, calculating confidence between them. They had faced worse—so they believed.

"He thinks this storm will be enough to defeat us?" Kaelor sneered, his voice laced with scorn.

Sylra's lips curled into a thin smile, her tone as icy as her gaze. "Let him come. His arrogance will be his undoing."

As Thorne lunged forward, spear crackling and charged, both elders wasted no time.

"Nether Grip Command!" they shouted in unison, their voices booming with dark authority, echoing against the storm's roar.

Dark nether energy surged through their bodies, wrapping around them like a tangible force, their already formidable forms growing even more monstrous.

Their puppet-enhanced physiques now glowed with an ominous black light, veins of nether energy pulsing visibly beneath their skin, as if their very muscles had been infused with dark power.

Their strength increased tenfold, and the ground beneath them cracked as they braced themselves for Thorne's attack.

"Let's crush him," Kaelor growled, his teeth bared as he flexed his now-empowered arms, his body trembling with anticipation.

Without hesitation, they unleashed Puppet Rend, their arms morphing into enormous nether-forged claws, their fingers elongated into razor-sharp talons that shimmered with dark energy.

The air around them seemed to darken as they swung their claws forward, the sheer force of their attack creating visible distortions in the atmosphere.

Thorne's spear met their claws with a deafening crack, the storm answering his fury. The Stormbreaker Spear clashed against the enhanced nether claws, and the battlefield roared with the violent impact.

"You two think your dead puppets can match the fury of a storm?!" Thorne bellowed, his voice thunderous, eyes blazing with the reflection of the storm's fury. He pushed forward, lightning trailing behind every movement of his spear, crackling with dangerous energy.

"You rely too much on your storm," Sylra spat back, her voice calm but dripping with venom, as she twisted her body to deflect another strike, her claw slicing through the air toward Thorne's chest. "The dead don't fear lightning."

Sparks of lightning and nether energy exploded in the air, filling the battlefield with flashes of blinding light. Every strike sent shockwaves rippling across the volcanic landscape, cracking the earth beneath them. Sёarch* The novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Thorne's spear swung in a fluid, deadly arc, every movement empowered by the raging storm, while Sylra and Kaelor's claws struck with brutal precision, aiming to tear him apart piece by piece.

Thorne darted forward, spinning his spear with practiced precision, launching it toward Sylra's head. She ducked with unnatural speed, her expression locked in a cold, focused glare.

"Kaelor, now!" she commanded, her voice cutting through the storm.

Kaelor, his nether claws glowing with malicious intent, leapt toward Thorne, slashing downward in a furious arc. Thorne barely managed to parry the blow with his spear, but the force of Kaelor's strike sent him skidding back, the ground cracking beneath his boots.

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"Impressive," Thorne growled, his eyes never leaving the two. "But not enough."

Lightning surged once again through his body, gathering at the tip of his spear. The storm grew even more ferocious, winds whipping around him with enough force to tear the ground apart.

"You'll feel the wrath of the Storm King now!" Thorne roared, raising his spear high above his head.

Lightning surged through the spear, illuminating the battlefield with a blinding brilliance. With a powerful, primal roar, Thorne thrust the weapon toward the sky, activating Thunderclap Strike.

Every ounce of power the storm had granted him poured into the spear, channeling the sheer force of lightning, thunder, and wind into its core.

The spear glowed with an intensity that rivaled the sun, its surface crackling with electric energy. The wind whipped furiously around it, forming a chaotic vortex that spun faster and faster, pulling debris and energy into its maelstrom.

"This is your end!" Thorne shouted, his voice filled with finality, his gaze locked on his opponents.

Across the battlefield, both Sylra and Kaelor felt the impending danger. The air thickened with energy, making it hard to breathe. Sylra's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a snarl. "We can't hold back any longer," she hissed, her voice sharp and filled with urgency.

"We strike together," Kaelor growled, his fists tightening as dark energy surged through his puppet-enhanced form. "No mercy."

Without hesitation, they activated Puppet Frenzy, allowing the berserk fury of their nether-enhanced forms to take over.

A cold, predatory gleam flashed in Sylra's eyes as her body shifted, her muscles bulging with unnatural power. Kaelor's face twisted into a savage grin, his breath coming in rapid bursts as his claws extended, dripping with dark energy.

"You think you're the only one who can unleash hell?" Sylra taunted, her voice dripping with venom. "We'll tear you apart!"

Kaelor chuckled darkly. "Let's see if your storm can match the rage of the dead!"

Their bodies became a blur as they launched forward, their claws slashing in every direction with terrifying speed and precision.

The sheer force of their frenzied attacks sent shockwaves through the air, cutting through the storm's wind with relentless brutality.

Thorne's eyes narrowed, unshaken by their frenzy. "Come on, then!" he roared, his grip tightening around his spear.

He planted his feet firmly into the ground, the energy of the storm surging into his very bones. "Let's see if you can survive this!"

The storm intensified, thunder rumbling with an almost deafening roar. Lightning cracked across the sky, splitting it open as if the heavens themselves were about to descend.

The ground trembled beneath them, fissures splitting open as the energy of their impending clash built to a crescendo.