Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

Chapter 2029  Reminded

Shere's claws extended. A fiery blue flame coating them as she drew her palms across the skies. Space was torn apart as though it was nothing more than a thin film of paper. It was at that moment Chenglei released his Dragon's Breath. Those of the Ancient Battlefield could be said to have long forgotten the might of the Dragon Race… However, on this day… They would be reminded. Biibi's crystalline array accepted the destructive wave, concentrating it into a single point at that blasted outward and covered the skies. The figures of the six Overlords were complete engulfed. Dyon stood above it all like a god passing judgement upon his subjects. His gaze was completely devoid of emotion as hundreds of kilometers of landed were blasted apart and turned to ash. Even a good portion of his own skeleton army was destroyed in the wake of this strike without a care… This time, there were no pitiful screams or cries for help. There was only death and destruction. By the time the figures of the six Overlords were revealed once more, over half their army had been wiped out, while they themselves were in a sorry state. Overlord Afra breathed heavily, her once flawless skin singed in several areas. Her expression flickered violently as she looked toward the destruction around her. Even to now, Dyon had yet to raise so much as a single finger. But… She soon regretted thinking this thought. Because in the next instant, Dyon disappeared from Chenglei's head, appearing before her to throw out a strike that seemed intent on destroying the world. Dyon fists and kicks fell like a torrential rain. Overlord Afra furiously fought back. Her six arms seemed tender and without strength, but each held a power capable of obliterating a solar system. "Are you all just going to do nothing?!" Afra roared. Chenglei's attack boosted by Biibi's array had been powerful, powerful enough to threaten them, actually. However, it wasn't enough to put them in an unrecoverable situation. Their injuries were minor at worst. There was no excuse for her to be fighting alone now. The five Overlords hesitated, but they knew they had no choice. What other option was there? To go back and be killed by the 12 Overlord Clans instead? The truth was that they were intimidated by Dyon's bloodthirsty aura. His visage seemed expressionless, but a light in his eyes danced with the will to tear them apart, even if he had to do so with his teeth. Had they really enraged him so much? Wasn't it he who nearly pushed the centaurs to extinction? Wasn't Afra the only remaining centaur barring those who had been outside of their territory at the time? When did it become his turn to be so angry? Suddenly, the cauldron bobbing above his shoulder shot into the air. It expanded to such a large size that the skies were completely overwhelmed by it. BOOM! Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

A mind-numbing pressure descended. The gravity multiple by two times, then three, then ten, then a hundred. The heavy bones of the Ancient Battlefield population creaked as their speed slowed, but Dyon only seemed to grow faster and faster. His body shimmered with a crystalline sheen as though he had been carved of diamond. His Daos appeared in the skies, one after another, the sharp cry of crackling lightning bursting ear drums to the point blood fell like rain from the sides of many faces. Dyon roared, his six pairs of wings blossoming to his back. Lightning coursed across their golden metallic surface, amplifying and conducting it at a speed Afra couldn't react to. Flames of black and lightning of gold converged together as one, running across Dyon's body as though it sought to burn him to a crisp. But the reality was that Dyon didn't even feel pain, let alone could he possibly be injured. Dyon engaged with Overlord Afra once more, but this time, his attacks were far more potent. Each came with a level of fire power that shook the Overlord to her core. The heat was too oppressive, the lightning too fierce. [Descending Palm]. [Bloody Guillotine]. [Vanishing Fist]. A torrent of techniques rained downward without rhyme or reason. Every attempt Overlord Afra made at a counterattack was seen through and thwarted so fiercely that she became no different from a punching bag, a mere flesh doll for Dyon to use to vent his frustrations. The remaining five Overlords finally sought to take action, but the stalling methods of Dyon beast partners were too fierce. Biibi's speed had already crossed the threshold of Overlord. Linlin's shell was comparable to Immortal Plane defensive treasures. Shere's attack potency couldn't be ignored. And Sen's ability to manipulate the terrain was far too potent. The only one among them that wasn't mentioned was Chenglei, but his improvements were beyond reason at times. He too, much like Dyon, hadn't accepted the descent of his Heaven's Staircase. But, there wasn't a single moment he hadn't spent improving himself. In the past 80 years, Dyon often entered the Realm in order to concoct pills. He felt the pressure of doing so in such an environment improved his control and his ability to find the minor flaws in his refinement process. Every time he entered, these five would follow him, but Chenglei could be said to be the most insane of them all. During the first few attempts, he would only silently endure much like he had the first time. However, as time progressed, he began to forcefully circulate his qi, purposely injuring himself with Immortal Grade Qi. It wasn't just his body, but also his soul. Then, he would rely on Dyon's half immortal grade pills to heal himself. This sort of savage treatment brought the realms of his body, soul and qi far beyond their normal limits. Even without accepting his Heaven's Staircase, his strength grew exponentially. Even now, with just his body, he was no weaker than a Supreme. Thanks to his connection to Dyon, his had comprehended Star Qi in just 80 years and his senses were at the bottleneck separating Divine Sense and Immortal Sense.