Chapter 2358 - Face (3) (1/2)

Dyon saw red. The whole world became tinting in crimson, flickering from shades of deep magenta to almost fluorescent pink.

He didn't have the mind to think about it as he furiously lashed out against Death, but this was the true strength of this world's qi: the ability to feed off emotion.

Whenever Dyon met a challenge he couldn't surmount, he had always used his mind to achieve victory.

Against Loki, he tricked him into grabbing the Dragon King. In his second trial, he relied on King Viserion double crossing the Moon Clan to clinch victory. Within the Golden Flame Mystical World, he used Orcus' weakness to his wife's life flame. Against the Numbered Warriors and Aritzia's plot, he diligently planned each step of the way, ensnaring his enemies into a deeper and deeper trap with every passing moment.

There were countless more examples of Dyon doing exactly this…

However, in his current state, Dyon wasn't doing any of these things. More accurately… He didn't need to.

Dyon savagely ȧssaulted Death, not allowing his back to leave the pillar he landed on. At some point, Dyon even discarded his crimson sword entirely, focusing all of his strength into his fists.

Dyon could feel Death's armor denting against his strikes, but he didn't let up. His gaze became so red that it almost dripped blood of its own.

With a flash of his hand, he grabbed Death's scrawny neck, lifting him into the air and crashing him into the ground below.

He picked him up and threw him to the ceiling, leaping the air as he came down only to kick him across the room to crack yet another pillar.

Under the immense heat, Dyon's skin cracked and blistered, his wounds searing closed from the inside out. However, he was completely unrelenting.

How dare Death make such a joke of itself? Was it trying to look down on his pain? Did the deaths of his loved ones mean nothing to it? Were his parents' heads just another set of skulls on his long chain?

Death's helmet was knocked away, revealing a white skeleton with bobbing blue flames behind its empty sockets. Its jaw rattled as it screamed toward Dyon, trying to take a bite out of his head.

Dyon stuffed his fist into Death's mouth, grabbing his spine and pulling with all his strength.

Death's body was whipped about viciously, slamming against the ground, the walls, the pillars, and even the doors he exited from.

Maybe if Death had concrete thoughts, he would wonder why his death qi wasn't working against Dyon. Didn't his qi work on everyone? He reaped lives as he pleased and no one, not even his own companion steed, could escape it.

However, Death wasn't a being with true sentience. Maybe this was part of the reason Dyon was so enraged. There was no real face to this disaster everyone faced, just looming, flickering balls of blue flame, screaming into the ether and waiting for its next life to reap.