Bab 1427: 1427. Grateful

'When did they hit me?' Noah wondered as blood accumulated in his mouth.

His dark matter and corrosive smoke seeped out of his skin to create the fiendish armor and the dark world. Night also came out of the separate space to help in the battle.

Noah couldn't understand what had happened. He had fended off every creature. They had never managed to touch him, but the wound on his chest didn't lie.

Flames came out of his mouth as soon as the fiendish armor formed. His fire reduced to ashes the few beasts that appeared among the blackness of the separate dimension.

Tiny tongues of flames then flew toward Noah and filled him with energy. His wound quickly closed, but part of his internal organs remained damaged since he didn't absorb enough power to perform the instant regeneration.

Noah continued to spit flames. He filled the entire environment with his innate ability, and countless magical beasts burned in the process. His wound eventually healed, but his worry didn't diminish.