Ha... ha... A series of panting breaths echoed from the depths of Ling Mountain.
Lim He: Ha... ha...
After a long battle, Lim He was exhausted. In the eyes of the demonic wolf, he was nothing more than a tiny human — yet it was this tiny human that made the beast feel a sliver of danger. Even if it was faint... it was there.
Although Lim He could barely stand, he still stood protectively in front of Xuan Lan. She had fainted from her injuries and could no longer move.
Lim He (thinking): Damn it, my stamina's gone, and the Thunder Ornament has run out of energy. I can't recover! I still have plenty of magic power, but what good is it if I don't know how to use it... Wait! Magic power!
(Rui's voice echoes in his mind: "Using attributes requires magic power and imagination.")
Right—imagination! As long as I can just...
Demonic Wolf: ROAR!!
Before Lim He could finish his thought, the demonic wolf lunged forward.
Scrape!
Lim He: Aghhh!
The beast's claws grazed Lim He's arm, tearing through flesh.
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Construction Site...
Rui: !
Wei Tian: Pfft...
Wei Tian suddenly spat out a trace of blood, while Rui's eyes widened in shock.
Rui: My heart's racing... The Holy Son is spitting blood... Could it be—?! I'll go first! Take care of yourself!
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Ling Mountain...
Lim He: Cough cough! Damn it...
Lim He glanced at the demonic wolf in front of him, then at Xuan Lan lying beside him.
Lim He: I'll risk it!
He gathered what little magic remained in his hand and focused his mind.
Lim He: Come out... Huang Lei!
Sizzle...
Lim He froze, staring at the small yellow electric orb flickering in his palm.
Demonic Wolf: ROAR! ROAR!!
Lim He: So small...
Beep... beep...
Lim He's rapid heartbeat echoed in his ears like a ticking clock.
Thud!
His legs gave out, and he fell to his knees, one hand gripping the grass for support.
Lim He: Ha... ha... This is too draining... No—this is magic itself. Whether I live or die... it's all up to you now.
With those words, Lim He hurled the electric orb toward the demonic wolf.
Lim He: Please... hit it!