Yu Lian genuinely felt he could start enjoying the show. After all, the Swiftwind Arbiter was a six-ring saint. Once he recovered his strength, he could at least serve as the team's tank.
Yu Lian watched the dark figure become completely surrounded by dragonfire and the agile forms of the female knights. He then saw the Swiftwind Arbiter rally his remaining strength and leap into the air, turning his twin spiral batons into cannons and repeatedly raining beams of psionic light down on the ground.
More importantly, even after being driven into such a desperate position, the Duke of the Past still didn't dare unleash his full power in retaliation.
He had to reserve more of his strength to guard against Yu Lian. Yu Lian quickly realized this. Clearly, his "Spirit-Burying Rite" just now had cast a deep shadow over the Duke of the Past.
Who would've thought that one day he'd be able to give a master like Past such a massive psychological blow just by standing off to the side and enjoying the show?
Yu Lian immediately felt incredibly proud and emboldened. He could clearly sense that the battle was nearing its end, and the Duke of the Past must have sensed it too.
Amid the interweaving psionic energies, the Aredan elf could no longer maintain his "Netherlight" state—or perhaps he no longer dared to. He swept his hands through the air, summoning lightning and thunder, like a god who commanded the wind and rain. Yet this god had been driven into a corner, on the verge of falling at the hands of mortals.
The dragonfire unfurled behind the Dawn Dragon and swept over his shields again and again, like a heavy hammer pounding on his towering frame.
He still looked like the same man, a hundred years