Ridiculous

Dyon's eyes opened for the first time in months. The situation around him was still quite chaotic, however.

He still sat on the back of a golden dragon. Although it didn't have the life-like characteristics of a true dragon, it was good enough for transportation and could actually be quite fast if Dyon negated some of the resistance effects around it using his wind will.

Dyon's main mind hadn't focused much on what was happening around him while he cultivated, except for replacing clones that died, he didn't act much personally at all. So, when he saw Clara standing next to him, pale faced and bloodied, his eyes filled with rage.

Clara hadn't even noticed that Dyon awoke as she was too busy pulling back on her bow string.