At this moment, he finally couldn't hold back.
He lifted his head, feeling the energy surging within him like a tide, experiencing an indescribable sense of power.
"So, this is the true Strength."
Levi grinned, lifting his head to gaze at Dark Raven. He could vaguely see the bloodied and blurred face of Old John.
Old John was a decent person; although they hadn't spent much time together, he was diligent and straightforward.
Boom!
Levi suddenly disappeared from his original position, moving so fast that it seemed there was still a flame phantom in the same spot.
Bang.
Levi's dragon claw gripped the protective steel-like wings of Dark Raven.
Golden iron clashed, sparks flying.
This blow sent Dark Raven's figure retreating several hundred meters directly.
"This isn't the strength a third-circle body-refining wizard should have... this is fourth-circle?" Dark Raven was astonished.