But why? Why has it turned out like this?
What about the promised vast magic power?
Why is it being almost completely drained by the master in mere seconds?
"Limuru, return to the Tomb of Soldiers."
Limuru instinctively sensed something was wrong.
Though still carrying out the duty of being the master's mount, it nevertheless followed Louis's words and entered the master's demi-plane directly.
At this moment, the Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill in Louis's hand, the crimson sparks entwined upon it had somehow turned pitch black.
Taking brief air-time advantage with the Sin Dragon's flying capability, he had long noticed the grade of the opponent's divine artifact.
The lowest grade divine artifact, how dare it compare with the Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill.
He was expressionless as he directly cleaved with the Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Pill in his hand.
With a muffled groan, the divine artifact driven by Desolate Bone was split open with one strike.
