Chapter 1521

"You? An elite?" Chandler smirked. "Anyone below the Sanctuary level can hardly call themselves an elite. Didn't you know that?" Wilbur shook his head. "I do know that, but I'd get out of here with Sawyer now if I were you. You don't want to see what I'm capable of, trust me." "F*ck you and your high horse, you're all talk! I don't want to kill him yet, Elder Fornst. Break his legs and keep him alive. I'm going to have some fun with him." Sawyer's expression turned monstrous, his eyes glinting venomously. Chandler nodded, staring at Wilbur. "You asked for this." Upon saying the words, Chandler let out a loud roar as he cast several spells in a row. "Way of Thunder!" A thick stripe of thunder shot out of his hands, hurtling toward Wilbur. This was a mid-tier spell, the Way of Thunder. Thunder spells had particularly terrifying destructive powers, and a Sanctuary level cultivator was skilled enough to wield them in a way that would have any Ambience level cultivator dead or