Chapter 155 Diana 'Fucking' Ritchell

• The sky was now filled with vile strikes of lightning bolts. It rained down like hail. At the top of the unmoving and floating mountain-like beast, the eye of the storm hovered like an omen.
• A cold gush of wind whistled against the burning trees down below the surface. After the meteoric fireballs razed the dungeon down, the boiling swamp had lost all the living things dwelling in it. Even the neighboring caves of the dungeon had also long been destroyed after the debris of the battle.
• From a not-so-distant area separated by a dimension, Shananel stood atop a cliff with the elders who were on her side. No matter how sharp their eyes were, they were still unable to see the two tiny specs of figures at the center of the battle even with the mirror’s existence. Their countenance was solemn from the fear that their masterpiece would be defeated.