บท 1210: You Can't Kill Me

As Lyon's figure materialized on the battlefield, a palpable shift swept through the air, stirring the very essence of the world around him. The sky seemed to darken, as if in deference to his presence, while the ground beneath him trembled with newfound vigor. A sense of anticipation hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of battle and the crackle of magic.

The combatants, both friend and foe, turned their attention towards Lyon, their expressions a mixture of awe, disbelief, and determination. Some whispered his name in reverence, while others braced themselves for the impending clash with renewed resolve.

Liu's eyes widened as he beheld his master's return, a surge of hope coursing through him despite the chaos that surrounded them. "Master...?" he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, his heart pounding in his chest as he awaited Lyon's next move.