After slashing with his saber, Chen Lin did not stop to check the result. He immediately unleashed two Soul-Destroying Fingers, one aimed at the Golden Flood Dragon and the other at the Black Little Man.
Then he cast Five Thunders Smite the Crown three times in succession.
After this three-pronged assault, little mana remained in his body. He immediately took out a bottle of mana-restoring pills and swallowed them.
But now that he had reached the Nascent Soul Realm, his old pills were no longer potent enough. Even an entire bottle restored very little, so he could only take out a spirit crystal and frantically draw energy from it.
Although the Cold Moon Saber was not a complete spirit treasure, it was still far more powerful than a pseudo spirit treasure. With Chen Lin's Nascent Soul cultivation behind it, this slash tore a fissure even through the void, its power terrifying beyond compare.
Alarm appeared on the Golden Flood Dragon's face. Golden light flashed over its body as it tried to break free of the spirit treasure's lock and dodge.
But the Soul-Destroying Finger struck first despite being launched later, briefly arresting its movements. That momentary pause cost it its chance to evade.
The saber light crashed down on its draconic head!
Immediately afterward, more than a dozen lightning rays descended from the sky, carrying vast amounts of lightning power from the thunderstorm as they struck the Golden Flood Dragon's enormous body.
All three attacks hit, and Chen Lin's spirits instantly lifted.
These three moves were all his trump-card killing blows. Even if they could not destroy this strange pair, they should at least inflict serious injuries. As long as one of them lost the ability to fight, he would have a chance in a head-on battle.
But when the