A Battle

Lin Xuan's rationality told him not to act rashly, but his emotions were constantly stimulating him. It was time to go all out. Now that he had the strength of an earth-rank, why not go down and fight to his heart's content? who would win and who would live and who would die, they would only know after they fought!

The two Black-armored Dragons were getting closer and closer. If they wanted to attack, now was the best time. As long as they could kill one, Lin Xuan had a certain level of confidence in killing all five of them!

His body was trembling, his heart was beating fast, and the adrenaline was pumping through his veins.

"The predecessors of Taixia Country have already had their unrivaled fight. As their descendants, do we dare not fight them head-on when they have the same battle strength?

"Lin Zhenxing, Lin Zhenyue, follow me, kill them all!"