Chapitre 860: Not Worth

Dyon's broad sword met the rod of the clone's scythe. However… The clone barely took a half a step back before stabilizing itself. As for Dyon, severe pain racked his arms to the point where he assumed his bones would erupt into dust if even the slightest bit more power was infused into them.

However, Dyon didn't seem too surprised with the result. Even after going all out, the result was a mere half a step back. A normal person might feel despair at this point, and maybe Dyon would be more sane if he did as well. But, he simply didn't.

The clone chuckled, "I did all that, even letting my guard down for you, and that's the best result you could achieve? Isn't that a bit too sad?"

A dense black qi burst forward from the scythe's shaft, corroding Dyon's energy and blackening his skin.

Without waiting for Dyon to respond, the clone swung, blasting him backward.