1209 Rescue Mission

Laibo paled while holding the white longsword in his hand. The deathly-still aura became even more powerful, but the life radiance had weakened.

A wisp of black slowly appeared on that white longsword's hilt and rapidly spread to the entire blade, turning back into a seemingly ordinary sword without a trace of aura.

Laibo's expression became a bit strange. He put his longsword on his back and hid the hand holding the sword behind his back as it slightly shook.

'Damn, that guy truly isn't a special puppet!? How could a 9th Rank Archmage be so powerful?

'Could it be that his mana is infinite? He was actually planning on drinking a potion… And that was a potion that had to be sealed by pure runes... What kind of potion was it?

'To what degree would his strength increase if he used it under such circumstances?