Lin Feng's second purple thousand-year soul ring lit up again. The Blessing Gold Pouch spat out a Star-Shattering Hammer gold coin. He twirled the coin around his fingertips and introduced it with a smug smile:
"That's right. This is the ultimate nightmare of all defense-type soul masters, and the godly gear most beloved by assassins and warriors—the Star-Shattering Hammer."
"Its purpose is to ignore and penetrate 30% of the target's defense."
"Good lord, doesn't that mean it directly ignores thirty percent of their defense?!"
She Long sucked in a sharp breath, his face filled with shock.
"No wonder a dignified ten-thousand-year Frost Ice Flood Dragon had scales as brittle as paper. I thought the beast had been seriously injured before this. So it was all thanks to your godly gear."
Just as he finished speaking, the duration of the three pieces of godly gear and the red and Blue Buffs expired. That surge of power instantly receded from his body.
She Long felt an overwhelming emptiness wash over him. The sense of strength that had allowed him to wrestle a Giant Dragon with every movement vanished completely, leaving him with a vague sense of unease.
He walked over to the Frost Ice Flood Dragon, tightened his grip on the Snake Lance, and stabbed with all his might at the dragon's hardest back scales.
This time, without the armor-piercing boost of the Star-Shattering Hammer, the sharp Snake Lance barely broke through the outer scales before becoming firmly lodged in flesh as tough as steel cables. It could not advance another inch, and even breaking through the dragon's defense had become exceptionally difficult.
She Long pulled back the Snake Lance and looked at the scratches on its tip. Recalling how he had severed a claw with one strike and cleaved through scales