บท 1059: Actually, I’m A Sword Cultivator

Crack, crack…

After breaking the red dragonkin's wings, Lin Huang stepped on the giant dragonkin's back that was falling onto the ground.

The second before the dragonkin created a sinkhole on the ground, Lin Huang leaped high with hammers in both of his hands. He then smashed them on the dragonkin's head.

Bang!

The bruised corpse's silhouette hopped off almost at the same time that the dragonkin landed.

The dragonkin's whimper that sounded like a stray dog came to a halt merely a second later.

"The eleventh one!" Lin Huang, who had blood splattered all over his body, wiped his face while glaring at the black silhouette that flashed through the air.