The holy dragons that Yang Ze summoned were like thousands of courageous soldiers attacking in force.

Whateley only snapped back to attention when he heard the howling peals of thunder, but by then it was already too late.

His body was filled with light-attuned genetic energy, which crackled from him like lightning. Whateley was full; he couldn't absorb any more light-attuned genetic energy, and neither did he have time to dodge the attack.

The only choice remaining was for him to forcibly expel all that genetic energy at once, spraying it forth in a torrent.

The two bursts of light-attuned genetic energy exploded in the air in close...