The Logic-Defying Clash Across Null Remnants! (15)

Jerthrax had felt the fourth jolt within his body.

The masked man's influence was still cranking up his power significantly, and right now, his overall strength had just shot up by roughly 55% percent!

This was unsettling.

To think that the masked man was so vicious and confident that he was able to endure having this happen to him each time he had to face an opponent. 

The reward for actually defeating an enemy who was juiced up the longer it took him to defeat said enemy must have been tremendous.

But then again, the Herald had noticed that the Null Devil King, the amalgam and that other masked fellow didn't seem to be smitten by this effect.

"HMMMM…" the dragon mumbled.

But that didn't matter for now.

Jerthrax had decided to switch up his fighting style into a less physically-oriented one.

And thus, he began with a dark dragon breath.