Chapter 2295 - Dead (1) (1/2)

Dyon fists and kicks fell like a torrential rain. Overlord Afra furiously fought back. Her six arms seemed tender and without strength, but each held a power capable of obliterating a solar system.

”Are you all just going to do nothing?!” Afra roared.

Chenglei's attack boosted by Biibi's array had been powerful, powerful enough to threaten them, actually. However, it wasn't enough to put them in an unrecoverable situation. Their injuries were minor at worst. There was no excuse for her to be fighting alone now.

The five Overlords hesitated, but they knew they had no choice. What other option was there? To go back and be killed by the 12 Overlord Clans instead?

The truth was that they were intimidated by Dyon's bloodthirsty aura. His visage seemed expressionless, but a light in his eyes danced with the will to tear them apart, even if he had to do so with his teeth.

Had they really enraged him so much? Wasn't it he who nearly pushed the centaurs to extinction? Wasn't Afra the only remaining centaur barring those who had been outside of their territory at the time? When did it become his turn to be so angry?

Suddenly, the cauldron bobbing above his shoulder shot into the air. It expanded to such a large size that the skies were completely overwhelmed by it.

BOOM!

A mind-numbing pressure descended. The gravity multiple by two times, then three, then ten, then a hundred.

The heavy bones of the Ancient Battlefield population creaked as their speed slowed, but Dyon only seemed to grow faster and faster.

His body shimmered with a crystalline sheen as though he had been carved of diamond. His Daos appeared in the skies, one after another, the sharp cry of crackling lightning bursting ear drums to the point blood fell like rain from the sides of many faces.

Dyon roared, his six pairs of wings blossoming to his back. Lightning coursed across their golden metallic surface, amplifying and conducting it at a speed Afra couldn't react to.

Flames of black and lightning of gold converged together as one, running across Dyon's body as though it sought to burn him to a crisp. But the reality was that Dyon didn't even feel pain, let alone could he possibly be injured.

Dyon engaged with Overlord Afra once more, but this time, his attacks were far more potent. Each came with a level of fire power that shook the Overlord to her core. The heat was too oppressive, the lightning too fierce.

[Descending Palm]. [Bloody Guillotine]. [Vanishing Fist].