Mercy
Traductor: Shiraishi Editor: TheAlliance
That's right: scrap iron. The joints of the heavy armor were all severed, and its pieces had turned into twisted sheets of metal full of holes...
Lin Yun coldly looked at the scrapped heavy armor, the lacerated flesh, and Daryl. He once again raised his Draconic Staff.
He naturally wouldn't tell Daryl that this spell was something he had been meticulously working on.
Drops of water could slowly pierce through hard limestone. The reason behind that wasn't just perseverance.
Each water droplet was hitting the exact same position, and the angle and speed of each droplet was already planned.
Even the power behind a droplet and the distance and frequency between them was completely identical.
Within the infinitesimal power was hidden a profound mystery, and that profound mystery was the true power behind that spell.