"Foolish mortal, you can withstand my attacks... I had to admit that I had underestimated you, but this is far from over." The self-proclaimed god had a trace of surprise on his face.
This was the first time that an intruder had withstood his attack. After all, his thunderbolts are enough to bring about the ruin of a large mass of lands and even the entire Secret Realm itself.
"You could indeed bear the brunt of my thunderbolts. But what about them of them?"
A wide grin crept up on the deer's face.
Whiz!
Ten hunter bolts hovered above the deer, moving in circles. A terrifying oppression outwardly spread at this moment that made it hard to breathe.
"Damn it! This isn't something I can participate in!" The Grand Elder gritted his teeth in frustration. 'But I can't let the king face all of this by himself.'
There's no doubt that even if one of those bolts hits him. There's only one outcome. Death.
