The next thing Jacob knew, he was coughing up a huge mouthful of blood, and his face had become extremely pale.
The golden glow around his body faded, and the flames around the Dragon Slayer sword grew weaker too.
Solomon burst out laughing when he noticed that. "Hahaha! I suggest you be a good boy and just hand the draconic essence over, Jacob! You're no match for me in your current state! You'll just die from exhaustion if you drag this fight out any longer!"
He's right… I'm not a match for him right now. I'll most likely end up losing if this battle drags on.
Jacob's expression grew solemn as he glared at Solomon, who was standing there with a gleeful smile on his face.
The cracks on the arcane array grew larger as the energy accumulated inside reached its peak.
"I have to hold on for a little while longer… Just a little while longer…" Jacob mumbled to himself through clenched teeth.