Unfortunately, Dyon didn't get much time to think as the man-steed duo made it to his side in a flash.
The black armored man suddenly took out a balance. It juggled balls of white energy on one side, and balls of black energy on the other.
Instead of brandishing a weapon, it allowed the black scale to hover before him. His palms pressed together in prayer as qi surged all around him.
The qi split into black and white before merging as one into an eerie grey.
'That's the qi that entered my body…'
Dyon attempted to dodge this qi, but it continuously bombarded him from all sides. This space was simply too small. Who decided to hold this trial in a space with a mere 50-meter radius? A hundred meters from end to end? That was a blink of an eye even to a saint!
'Dammit… Black horse… Black armor… that odd scale weapon… four doors filled with etchings of war… Don't tell me I have to battle the four horsemen…'
