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.
The arrogant look on the dark elf’s handsome face gradually disappeared and was replaced by horror. He then had a solemn look as he reached out and unbuttoned the gray robe on his body. After taking it off, he finally revealed his true face. Those pointed ears wear the most prominent feature of the elves and he was wearing the elves’ signature armor.
Circular gray ripples fluctuated rapidly all around his body, and Xiao Lin understood that his opponent was finally getting serious. However, it was too little too late, as the power of the Dragon Breath Sword was stronger than he had imagined. Although he was following the memory and feeling of his body’s skills to instinctively execute each movement, the truth was that such powerful dragon breath shocked him to the core.
The feeling was akin to a person lost in the rough seas. All that person would feel was their own insignificance. Dragon breath gave people the same feeling, and even Xiao Lin was trembling slightly when he held the hilt of his sword. Rather than feeling fear or dread, it was purely the instinctive reaction of the body when facing the dragon’s might.
The Dragon Breath Sword was created by modeling dragon breath after sword aura and executing it using a weapon. Compared with the might of true dragon breath, the Dragon Breath Sword had greater flexibility and higher actual combat value.
Xiao Lin just gently slashed the blade in the direction of the dark elf, without using any fancy sword skills. He did not even aim or look, and it was just a very simple swing of the sword. The weapon became extremely heavy due to the dragon breath attached to the sword, and his swinging movement became extremely slow.
There was a trace of contempt on the dark elf’s face, but when the majestic dragon breath fell down like a huge wave, he realized that the slash could not be avoided at all and could only be defended from the front.
Rumble!
The dragon breath was amplified in an instant after it had been released, fanning outward in a jet-like manner and leaving no room for the dark elf to avoid once they reached it. The multicolored dragon breath completely engulfed him in an instant, and the light in front of them suddenly reached peak brightness, as if watching an exploding star at close range.
Both Ibeiya and Xiao Lin could not help but close their eyes. The continuous sound of a huge explosion continued to ring in their ears and their eardrums were buzzing. Meanwhile, the invisible dragon power prevented their bodies from moving in a short amount of time.
When the light gradually dimmed, the buzzing in their eardrums gradually subsided. Xiao Lin opened his eyes and his pupils shrank sharply. In front of him was a huge fan-shaped crater. The rest of the waves stretched for at least a few miles, covering almost the entire area. Not a single blade of grass remained, and the power was so strong that Xiao Lin was nearly traumatized by it.
As for the dark elf, his figure was nowhere to be seen. Ibeiya had the guts to rush forward and quickly retrieved a few pieces of armor-like fragments. She was absolutely stunned to see that those fragments were the only thing left by that elf in the face of the Dragon Breath Sword.
Xiao Lin wanted to take a look at it, but he felt his entire body’s strength disappear the moment he stretched his legs. His legs were powerless to support his body, and his whole person became very weakened. Ibeiya’s eyes and hands were quick and she hurriedly went over to let Xiao Lin fall on her body.
Xiao Lin raised his hand and discovered that he did not even have the strength to hold the sword. With a bang, the Holy Soul Sword fell to the ground and shattered to pieces, leaving him absolutely stunned. It was only the realization when Ibeiya picked up one of the sword’s fragments and gave it to him that he saw something which left him absolutely speechless.
The sword’s blade was densely covered with web-like cracks. That Bronze-rank sword had been with Xiao Lin and experienced numerous battles. Its quality was good too, so it came as a surprise that it would break all of a sudden.
Xiao Lin fell silent. He understood that it was due to the Dragon Breath Sword earlier. The power of that sword could not even be withstood by the weapon itself, and he knew very well that his own body would not have been able to withstand it if his attributes were not explosively increased by the Ruin state.
Even then, Xiao Lin’s physical strength was completely exhausted after swinging that sword. With the Ruin state lifted and the after-effects coming all at once, his condition could be said to have reached a severe overdraft, although the effect was actually rather common for Xiao Lin. Whether it was the Ruin state or the Miracle state, the price of repeated use was an overdraft on his body.
However, the intensity of his exhaustion at that moment was truly unprecedented, and that feeling was nearly the same as dying. Ibeiya wanted to say something, but Xiao Lin waved his hand, indicating that he did not want to speak at all. His only thought was to have a good sleep.
After closing his eyes, Xiao Lin—who struggled to keep his eyelids open—fell into a coma after a few seconds. Ibeiya shook Xiao Lin’s body vigorously, but soon came to realize that Xiao Lin could not possibly wake up even if the sky fell.
Ibeiya pursed her lips. She was feeling a little angry and helpless. Although the dark elf had been killed, Asabanor still knew their whereabouts and they were not completely safe yet. It was as yet unknown if anyone else was waiting for them again.
After a moment’s hesitation, Ibeiya finally sighed and carried Xiao Lin by his arm. She staggered a couple of steps and felt that it was very inconvenient, so she simply carried Xiao Lin over her back and walked strenuously across the depths of the desert. According to their original plan, they were supposed to reach the town and enter Dawn Academy’s sphere of influence.
“You’re too heavy, Uncle!”
Amidst her constant complaining and muttering, their silhouettes slowly faded from view. After ten or so minutes, a gray figure appeared there and looked silently at the huge fan-shaped pit remaining on the ground. He then squatted to pick up a few pieces of armor. After a while, he grinned to reveal an ugly smile. The dark elf’s death did not make him feel any horror or sadness. Instead, he was somehow reveling in the dark elf’s demise and his expressions suggested that he expected the outcome. His cold and deep voice then echoed, “Hmph! How interesting! This is really interesting! Now then, will the dark elves stay out of the way now? I’m going to see how Dawn Academy deals with it!
“You demons. Sooner or later, I’ll drive all of you out of this world!”
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