He Had So Many Dragons

Joelson retracted his gaze from Holy Zither and turned to Oswede.

With a wave of his hand, Oswede and his figure disappeared.

It took a long time for the saint-level combatants to recover from the shock of this battle. They discussed excitedly.

They couldn't avoid the words "Platinum Throne," "Joelson Edward," and "the strongest saint-level combatant."

"Your situation is very bad."

Joelson used his spiritual energy to investigate Oswede. In a low voice, he said, "The combustion of your combat aura source has already damaged your foundation. Your body's calculations aren't too serious. However, I'm afraid that you won't have the chance to attempt to break through to the divine realm in the future."

Oswede could not help but reveal a hint of disappointment on his face. However, he quickly let out a laugh of relief. "This is already a very good result."