Clara giggled in her sleep as though she heard Dyon's words.
Taking a deep breath, Dyon closed his eyes.
A strong wind will manifested, spinning quickly and forming numerous small scale cyclones.
Beads of sweat fell from Dyon's forehead as the thousands of corpses were lifted into the air and carried away.
Dyon's range, in terms of divine sense, had reached slightly more than 80 000 km, four times the range he had previously. By that token, he should also be able to control his wills from that far away as well.
Unfortunately, Dyon hadn't spent much time mastering this ability. However, his range was still more than enough to carry the corpses dozens of miles away, taking with them the bloody smell that would attract other beasts.
In the end, the only corpses that remained were the three celestial beasts, each missing half their heads, but still being about a hundred meters in length each.
