The old men's shields shattered, their bodies battered with countless injuries. Every strand of hair was burnt to a crisp, and their faces were blackened by the scorch of the black lightning.
"You gotta be kidding me," Drayken muttered, his eyes drooping. His body was pushed to its limit, on the verge of collapsing.
The three Telekinetic Grandmasters moved without hesitation.
But just then, a chorus of roars erupted from behind Drayken, dragon roars, deep and thunderous.
Nine dragons surged forward at once, their combined might lighting up the sky with a terrifying brilliance. The sheer force of their attacks forced even the Telekinetic Grandmasters to retreat.
"Damn it! Reinforcements have arrived already."
One of the dragons swiftly descended toward Drayken, while the remaining eight positioned themselves between him and the Telekinetic Grandmasters, blocking their path without yielding an inch.
