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Lin Da's Poison Dragon's Roar indeed dealt 10,983 points of damage.
But Lin Da didn't signal his teammates to finish off the target. Instead, he raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop attacking.
This action made everyone, including Folie, question what was happening.
Shouldn't they attack fiercely when the White-Maned Lion is weakened and burst its equipment?
Why did Lin Da instead tell his teammates to stop?
"Eh, what's that?"
Folie noticed something unusual.
Around the White-Maned Lion, a group of purple teardrops circled.
Each teardrop was fist-sized, with a poison dragon totem carved on them. Every second, the poison dragon totem released a dense purple light, and the teardrops shattered in response.
The White-Maned Lion howled miserably, as if its eggs had been crushed, and its Life Barrier quickly weakened.
These mysterious purple teardrops totaled ten. If all of them were to shatter...
