As for the Ancient Battlefield, he didn't dare to play around in it. How well he performed on its stage would directly decide the Fate of his wives… of his daughter. Unless he had no choice but to fight, he avoided it in that realm, not because he was scared, but rather because his greatest strength was in Commanding large armies.
But now, he could completely unleash.
These four Heads… They would be his grinding stones!
'You Higher Existences of the 99 Universes stay put for now…' Dyon thought, a devilishly handsome smile on his face. '… I'm not quite ready to play with you all yet. But, these four…'
Dyon's palms slammed together. A rippling current of concentric pressurized wind rippled outward, devastating the grounded below.
"[Nine Suns of Armageddon]!"
