"Bring it on! Who's afraid of who!?"
Yin Kuang stepped in front of Rosalind and roared, his fighting spirit blazing.
Youming said, "Oho. You've got quite the presence. Worth praising. I just wonder how many of my moves you can withstand. Let me say this first—I'm serious now."
Yin Kuang did not take the initiative to attack. First, he needed to delay for as long as possible—even one more second was worthwhile—as he waited for the Ancestral Dragon Soul Power to reach full capacity. Second, he had already secretly infused the As-You-Will Staff with Source, accumulating and compressing it, waiting to unleash it all together once the Ancestral Dragon Soul Power was full. Third, he had to protect Rosalind behind him!
In fact, Yin Kuang had also realized his fatal weakness at this moment: he relied too heavily on the power boost granted by the Ancestral Dragon Soul Power. Yet the amount of Ancestral Dragon Soul Power was far too little, and it was completely beyond his control. Three minutes or so to reach full capacity might seem brief, but against a powerful enemy, three minutes was undoubtedly an agonizingly long time!
In the end, the Ancestral Dragon Soul Power was indeed powerful, but it was not his own power.
Yin Kuang had constantly been thinking of ways to increase and control the Ancestral Dragon Soul Power. More than once, he had tried fusing it with his own Source, but the result had still merely enhanced his strength, without bringing even the slightest change to the amount of Ancestral Dragon Soul Power. Even now, Yin Kuang silently asked himself: just how could he make up for this fatal weakness?
Youming waited two seconds. Seeing that Yin Kuang had no intention of attacking, he sighed and said, "I knew I was