Chapter 1188

Derek, the second sacred disciple, was barely holding on. Though his Inkbound Carver had deflected most of the golden energy, his body was riddled with wounds—gaping holes revealing bone beneath his torn flesh. "Ahhh!" he roared, his voice filled with rage and desperation. His long black hair whipped wildly as his bloodied figure staggered, looking more beast than man. Before he could recover, Wyatt struck again. Another cascade of golden light engulfed Derek, sending him sprawling through the air. His ribs cracked audibly, and his organs ruptured under the immense force. Gasping, Derek fumbled for a handful of precious healing pills. He shoved them into his mouth, their potent energies working instantly to mend his injuries. But Wyatt wasn't about to let him recover. But Wyatt had no intention of giving him that chance. His body blurred into a streak of light as he charged forward, pouring the full force of his dragon's true energy into the celestial lion's leg bone he wielded