Lin Xun felt as if all his strength had been drained, and he collapsed on the ground.
Not a trace of Taros remained after being hit by Lin Xun's dragon breath. Like the White Moon Church and the nuns, it evaporated into thin air.
He had aimed well, as the dragon breath did not reach Lu Caiyi.
However, it seemed that it frightened the young girl. Even now, the girl in the white dress still had her beautiful eyes wide open, a confused look on her face.
The residential houses were distributed sparsely in the suburbs. The dragon breath only obliterated a few small hills and did not harm the spectators.
However, the disturbance was huge today, and the support team was going to be busy.
Seeing members of his organization arrived late, Lin Xun was too exhausted to complain.
If it weren't for his strong trump card, he and Lu Caiyi might have lost their lives here.
"Are you alright?"
Li Xingyue and Ye Xiaoqi rushed forward and helped Lin Xun up.
