Chapter 1238 - Battle God (2) (1/2)

Bors and Percival clenched their fists in the skies before they looked at one another. ”Together!”

The two of them spoke in unison, each drawing their two-handed swords.

Their auras sky-rocketed as the Valore Princesses linked hands, pouring their energies into an array that fed their two Kings power.

There was no doubt that this combination of warriors was fiercer than any Dyon had faced in the Grand Templar Sect.

Although Percival had just broken into the 6th celestial stage, Bors was his match, being his elder. The two of them together were the most talented members birthed in the Grand Templar Sect for countless millennia, and it showed.

Stacking this atop the Valore Princesses' array and their auras were only a sliver away from the high celestial realm!

One might believe that 100 celestials beasts was a tougher task, but not only had Dyon used a trick to deal with them, earth grade beasts were only comparable to 4th and 3rd grade celestials, while these two Kings were both of the second grade! The difference was like that of heaven and earth!

Dyon's clones disappeared as the two celestials approached. In a battle of such proportion, they were useless. However, Dyon seemed lulled into a deep sleep. His eyes were devoid of emotion, in fact, they were even close to being shut. His body was loose, almost as though he was on a stroll. Yet, his momentum was still climbing as the two approached.

At that moment, Dyon's life fell by another more than thousand years as a dense black fog permeated the air around him.

A dreadful aura even more potent that the torment judgement filled the Mystical World, clenching at the hearts of all those spectating. It was an inescapable feeling… It was the feeling of inevitability…

A dao array of pure, pitch black appeared in the skies, spanning 100 meters.

Dyon's body grew almost an entire foot taller, but his valiant War God armor changed to fit him to perfection. His short brownish red hair lost its hints of gold, turning into a dark and eerie white that elongated until it fluttered in the wind like a cape.

”Demon Emperor's Will… Act Two… Stage Three!”

Another thousand years of life was sapped away from Dyon in an instant as his body grew to yet another size. His c.h.e.s.t broadened, his arms thickened, and his skin reddened while veins of gold pulsed throughout his body.

In that moment, his body's prowess multiple by sixty-four times, making his heartbeat so powerful that even the impenetrable War God armor pulsated with excitement.