A Stroke of Luck

Chuka lay sprawled across Fire Dragon's back. "This kitty is exhausted."

The cost of buff skills was anything but low.

Chuka had only borrowed this power from the stars a short while ago and had yet to gain much mastery over it.

She was relying entirely on having enough Mana to brute-force it.

Coupled with constantly healing Fire Dragon, even Chuka's Mana was nearly depleted by now.

The Left Hand of the Flame God had slammed Situ Cuihua dozens of meters into the ground.

It gave Chen Yi a brief chance to catch his breath.

That guy's defense was absurdly high.

His defense had already been formidable in his normal state, and after being enhanced by three layers of Physical Rage, it had reached an even more terrifying level.

Even after taking another blow from the Left Hand of the Flame God, there was still no victory notification.

Chen Yi steadied his ragged breathing. "Fire Dragon, distract him in a moment and lure him into the Magic Array I set up."

"Our bodies and minds can't hold out much longer, and Chuka's buff doesn't have much time left either."

"We have to win with this wave of attacks!"

If they failed to win, it meant defeat.

Health and injuries could be restored and suppressed by the life force brought by Lingering Embers, but physical and mental exhaustion could not.

A figure flew out of the massive crater. This time, burns covered many parts of Situ Cuihua's body.

Only the shorts he was wearing had suffered no damage whatsoever.

Who knew what quality they were?

Fire Dragon took a deep breath, forcing himself to ignore the pain wracking his body, then charged forward again with Chuka.

His battle instincts were pushed to their limit, while the relic at his waist, shaped