The round little head of the figure arched in Joelson's arms. He raised his head, and a pair of eyes that were clearer than crystals stared at him.
Joelson felt as if he was hugging a ball of light. His entire body felt warm, and his heart was filled with peace and tranquility.
The light dragon.
It was not like there were no gains along the way.
No matter how many saint-level powerhouses of the Church of Light chased after him, Joelson had killed quite a number of them. He had also obtained a few angel hearts. Very smoothly, he summoned the light dragon egg.
The little fellow's entire body was pure white, and its dragon scales were like gemstones.
It had just been born and already had the strength of a ninth-level.
Even the electric dragon, lightning, could not do anything to it.