"ROAR!"
Enduring the torment of heavenly fire consuming his body, Qin Wudao roared to the sky, veins bulging all over him as he unleashed another sword strike, extinguishing the heavenly fire that spanned hundreds of thousands of miles.
However, after that strike, the power of fortune and belief within him had evaporated by a tenth.
"Huff, huff..."
Qin Wudao panted heavily, his spine still ramrod straight, his eyes radiating a chilling coldness, though his heart felt a touch heavy.
Just as the Great Dao had said, the power of his army's soul, the power of fortune, and the power of belief could not sustain him in a prolonged battle. Once depleted, he would be utterly defenseless.
"Xuanyuan Sword, third unsealing!"
After a moment's rest, Qin Wudao gritted his teeth, deciding to take a gamble.
