A scream that could curdle blood rang through the air.
Dagon and Blade had long since lost their nonchalant attitudes. They bombarded Dyon's sphere of defenses with everything they had, but it seemed like every time they cracked one, another would appear.
Dyon looked up into the sky, trying to take in as much air as he could. His gaze snapped towards the yacht, "AVA! VENUS!"
Baal's cultivation was crippled with a single punch from Dyon before he threw his body towards what seemed like empty space on the boat.
Aurora flames coated Dyon to try and heal his wounds, but they didn't seem to be having much of an effect.
"What is he doing?"
"Who did he just call out to? Senior sister?"
Baal's body landed face first onto the boat. He was in a sorry state. With no arms, he couldn't even push himself up.
Ava trembled looking at the source of her pain in front of her. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Even at that moment, she didn't know what to say.
