Dyon became covered head to toe in an intricately forged Dragon armor. Metallic feathers diligently coated every detail of his wings and his head became hidden in a dark, knight's helmet with an opaque visor over his eyes.
The Dragon Scale grew explosively in size, hovering over Dyon's left forearm like a magically connected shield.
His Presence was overwhelming, his momentum was unstoppable, and his confidence was unshakeable.
It was then that the ax, the weapon furthest to the right shook. Its double headed blade vibrated aggressively as the shadow of a man standing more than ten meters tall grasped its handle.
In the next moment, one man became nine before shooting forward as a speed only someone who had entered the dao formation realm could match.
