Chapter 1960 Sacharro

Chapter 1960 Sacharro

Dyon's palm struck downward. It seemed incomparably simple and bland, but the profundity was simply beyond those of the Mortal Plane. This was product of fusing countless hundred palm strike techniques into one!

Without suspense, Fallen Hastam's head shattered, spewing bits of white and grey brain matter into the air as the final screams of his soul dissipated. Trace the roots of this material to n0v★lbin

"And you..."

Dyon swept through each and every one of the 13 Fallen.

The execution of such experts made those watching shudder. Were the Supremes really not showing up even after all of this?

"Aiya, what did he call us out for if he was going to take all the true fun for himself." Chenglei complained.

Biibi giggled. "Big Brother Chenglei is too willful. If he's taking revenge for little niece Alauna, we can't step in personally, right?"

How could they know that Dyon only called them out because he hadn't been certain that fusing The Seal with his Inner World would work?

As Dyon's five beast companions chortled and bantered back and forth, Little Alauna stood on Chenglei black scaled head, tears pooling in her eyes as she watched Dyon's furious slaughter.

Alauna ran forward, not minding the fact her father was covered in blood to support him.

As the daughter of a Heaven's Child, Little Alauna had of course should have received the very best of her father's soul talent. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, it seemed that even though her soul talent was indeed overwhelming compared to others, it still fell well short of Dyon's.

Even still, her comprehension toward the path was still great, having travelled well into the comet grade to this point. This was more than enough for her to tell that her father was most definitely not in a good state currently.

Though Dyon might use his Immortal Sense to hide from others, he rarely did so toward his daughter. This time around, though, his trust in his own kin had led to her tears.

Dyon smiled lightly toward his daughter's over the top concern.

Truthfully, maybe it wasn't so over the top at all. Maybe anyone else would have dropped dead in his situation.

When the battle began, he was only using his soul qi, so the impact of his injuries was minimal. However, in order to evoke his Inner World, he needed the strength of both his soul and his qi. Considering the decimated state his meridians were in, forcefully using his qi like that was asking to die.

Dyon sighed. 'Maybe leaving my clone to comprehend magic with Lillianna wasn't so smart after all...'

As things stood now, Dyon couldn't form a powerful enough clone to use his Immortal Sense. Simply put, his clone's comprehension was not even a tenth of his own, they weren't in the same league. If Dyon personally learned magic with his main body, he would have long since learned this third magic already.

Unfortunately, as things stood now, it was a bit troublesome for him to return to the Mortal Alliance now. There were too many things he needed to do here.

Celestial grade holy type qi surged into Dyon's body. It provided him some relief, but it was wholly unable to fix the root of the issue. Dyon's body had become far too powerful and the immortal qi that caused his injuries to begin with was far beyond what mere celestial grade qi could contend with.