Dyon's conversation with the Dragon King lasted all of a split second. Their minds processed information at such a fast pace that the hole of a sinking water Dyon had burst from was nowhere near closing.
In the next moment, Dyon's black armor began to shine with a crystalline blue light. The combination of black, gorgeous blues, and the white flames that danced across his body made him look like a God descended from the skies.
'He really does carry the will of the War God…' Head Void grit his teeth. Just who was this young man? What had he gotten himself into?!
"Hey old man." Dyon's voice reverberated across the sea. "If you want to survive, obediently become my slave. If you want to die, feel free to ignore my words."
Dyon said no more, shooting toward the Giants on his own as a brilliant half-step dao array, shining with light blues appeared at his back.
'Ninth level intent?!'
