Bab 2093: Yield

However, Dyon knew his limits. For a world on the level of his own, something that forcefully snatching its fundamental runes was beyond his ability. Even attempting it would be asking for death.

But this world… This world that actually dared to place a jumping clown like Death before him… He would do as he pleased here.

If he couldn't subdue this small, weak world, he didn't deserve to take even the first step on this long journey.

"YIELD!"

Dyon's sudden roar blasted the unblemished eight beast pillar apart, caving in the four golden double doors and sending them flying down their black corridors.

His Vajra Body appeared above him, shattering the ceiling above their heads and revealing a blue sun hanging in the skies.

The entire world shivered and trembling, the low whine of what sounded almost like a failing engine filling the ears of its population.