Chapter 1343 - War God Tribulation (2/2)

When Dyon burned his soul, his wives had tried to use the soul tome in order to heal him. However, they mistakenly assumed that since there was no progress that the soul tome wouldn't work in such severe cases, but this wasn't true.

If given enough time, the soul tome could have healed Dyon's soul, it's just that it would have take a few decades to even a few centuries. The burning of a soul as talented as Dyon's simply took too long to heal, even with the soul tome.

However, the damage Head Void had done to his soul was negligible in comparison to that. Plus, given the amplification abilities of his white flames and Dyon felt like he was in tip-top shape. That said… he didn't relax even a bit.

The skies above their heads trembled with a fierce might as the world darkened. What once was a bright afternoon day became as somber as a moonless night.

Dark gold clouds began to roll overhead as though the heavens were snorting at them in disdain. These fools dared to challenge its authority? To ask for help during a tribulation was a massive taboo.

In response, the clouds rolled even fiercer, its dark gold body rumbling with added intensity.

Dyon's hand flashed as the Dragon King appeared and wrapped around his wrist. A small golden flash made its presence known soon after, hovering around Dyon in the shape of a soft cornered triangle. The Half-Step Emperor Scale had once more made an appearance, flickering with royal blue light of Dyon's runic flames with only the slightest hint of rose-bronze flakes.

The momentum of Dyon's concentration and aura snapped the attention of the kitsune away from the acc.u.mulating tribulation. His shirt burst apart, allowing the grace of his winged tattoos to shine a beacon under the darkened day.

In the face of a tribulation many cowered under, Dyon had no intention of dying.

'Who is this boy?' Head Void's eyes sharpened as he witnessed Dyon's demeanor. Never did he think he'd ever be focused on such a thing when his very life was hanging in the balance.

Dyon's breath slowed, his every inhale and exhale sounding like the low growl of a sleeping dragon…

It was then that it descended from the skies. Nine distinct weapons… sharper than anything Dyon had ever seen before.

His very first challenge already touched upon the legendary energy tribulation.