The lightning dragon dove into the sea, its terrifying energy rippling in all directions, tearing apart the ocean that had only just begun to show signs of healing.
Michael was not dead, but he scrambled out from the other side of the magma sea in a wretched state. Gone was the aura of an Archangel; he looked more like a stray dog fleeing for its life. After all, if he wasn’t a stray dog, why would he be crawling out of a hole in the ground?
"I will have your head!"
Chapter 131