Chapter 356: Eight Desolate Tyrant Fist
Rhain was bleeding from his arms, his dark robes torn, his breathing heavy from the extreme essence drain.
Yet, he propelled himself directly into the path of the descending doom, placing himself between the hundred meteors and the people on the ground.
Lyra's heart stopped beating. The strange red light in her eyes flickered and faded as she stared up at the youth.
"No..." Lyra whispered, "Rhain... you don't..."
High in the sky, Rhain looked at more than a hundred meteros raging with purple flames rushing toward him.
He knew that if he didn't stop this strike, everything behind him would be wiped from existence.
He closed his eyes for a fraction of a microsecond.
"Abyssal Sovereign Technique."
Within his dantian, the pitch-black void and his three supermassive cores halted their rotation.
Then, they aggressively rotataed.
