"How strong?"
Seeing that Mo Ling was deliberately avoiding the topic, Lin An silently kept it in mind and cooperated by asking.
His smile was forced.
To be honest, at this stage, he no longer cared whether Mo Ling could help him.
Although he had more or less guessed that Mo Ling's strength had greatly increased and that her path was extremely mysterious, in Lin An's estimation, Fourth Order Peak to Battle Star Level should have been the limit.
Unlike before, when he had been weak, he now regarded Mo Ling and the others more as the final pillars in the depths of his heart. It was enough for them to stay alive—to live and accompany him to the very end.
If there was one thing Lin An feared deep down, it was reaching the end and looking back, only to find that no one was there.
However, in the next second, before Lin An could think any further, a ball of Black Mist-like flame suddenly ignited in Mo Ling's hand and instantly pressed against the center of his brows at incredible speed.
"Buzz!"
The scene suddenly changed!
In the blink of an eye, Lin An was stunned to discover that the environment around him had been replaced by absolute darkness resembling the Judgment Space!
In the cold, boundless darkness, countless pairs of dark-red eyes surrounded him like a zombie crowd.
"What is this...?!"
Lin An came to his senses and instinctively floated in midair. A flash of white light passed through his hand as he gripped Cain's Blade.
His Mental Strength instantly spread outward.
Sensing countless Necro-spirit auras—nearly a million of them—even Lin An's expression changed slightly. He realized that Mo Ling's transformation had far surpassed his imagination!
"Roar!!"
The first dragon's roar, like a war horn before battle,