A Sword’s Power

There were still a dozen or so seconds left before the Ruin state ended. Although his various attributes have reached their peak, Xiao Lin was vaguely able to feel the rapid post-peak exhaustion. It was his last chance.

The huge dragon breath began to condense quickly on the surface of the holy soul sword. The dragon race itself had many branches, such as golden dragons, black dragons, red dragons, and so on. The breaths produced by different dragon races were different, although Xiao Lin's dragon breath was copied from the black dragon Onyxia, what showed up at that moment was a colorful and lustrous one that did not seem to belong to any kind of dragon race.