Bab 936: Too Much Trouble

Asyna's spear couldn't pierce Dyon's wings. It was as though each beautiful black feather was forged of the toughest ore in existence.

Her hands shook as blood erupted from the web of her finger and thumb, unable to withstand the reverberating impact.

The claw of Dyon's hand shot forward, clutching Asyna's throat and lifting her into the air.

"Asyna, no!" RolRol's heartbreaking and lovable voice called out as tears fell from her immature cheeks.

Dyon's demonic intent rolled through him, fueling his demon sage blood essence to make his emotions darker. "A mere 19-year-old kid who only knows a single will dares to fight against me? To try and kill me? Who gave you the guts? Was it her?"

It hadn't taken Dyon long to realize that Asyna had only mastered one will. From beginning to end, she had only used wind will. At first, it had confused Dyon until he realized why.