Chapitre 1914: Nerve

He wouldn't allow anyone in existence to look down on him. Even that someone was the Heavens themselves! 

"If you keep pissing me off, one day I'll toss you in a cage!" Dyon glared at seemingly empty space as he struggled to stand, taking his first step forward. 

He grit his teeth, feeling as though his bones were crumbling beneath him. He found it difficult to communicate with Ancient Battlefield in this place, so changing his weight was almost impossible. This only made his journey forward more difficult. 

'Didn't that old man say the Immortal Plane had its own Ancient Battlefield too? Then why the hell can't I sense it.' Dyon brutally cursed his Grand Teacher in his mind. 

"How do those on the mortal plane live?" Dyon spoke as he began to walk, trying to distract himself.