Chapter 1592: Lin Huang’s Tiny Trump Card

In the void, the dazzling golden glow released a burst of ultimate brilliance for an instant, then gradually began to dim. 

Lin Huang could sense that as the golden glow released its burst of light, Virtuoso's aura was obviously weakening.

Noticing his scrutiny, Virtuoso spoke through voice transmission rather weakly.

"I'm fine—my God's soul is slightly drained, that's all. However, I don't have any strength left to fight for the short term, not after that attack."

Lin Huang nodded slightly and glanced at Saber9 a short distance away, who was also in the same weakened condition. "Don't worry; I'll protect the two of you until you recover your combat strength."

The moment Lin Huang finished speaking, the three of them almost simultaneously turned their heads to look in the direction where the golden glow had just released its rays.

Saber9's expression was indescribable.