Furthermore, in the hands of a lower-ranked tamer or hunter, its full might couldn't be displayed.
With his magic power capacity of over 2000 units that was too terrifying for a person with a peak iron rank soul to possess, he could only conjure five to six fireballs reaching temperatures above 2000°C.
Only in the hands of someone whose magic power reached into the hundreds of thousands could its true, devastating potential be unleashed, but to have that much magic power — even for Ray — was impossible unless one's soul had reached the Black Gold Rank.
"You think you have the capability?" the Great Ones snickered, charging toward him.
Swhoosh!
The air boomed as their massive frame blurred forward, every step leaving behind deep craters in the floor as they bridged the gap between them in a flash
Whoosh!
Their lance swept horizontally, tearing through the air with enough force to split the ground, threatening to separate Ray's head from his shoulders.
