Chapter 891: Sky-Piercing Art

After he digested the Flood Dragon Pill, the gnawing hunger finally eased from Daven Walker's gut. All around him, the tribe's people stared as if struck dumb, mouths hanging open. A holy radiance shimmered over his body, then gathered behind him into a vast, blazing halo, pouring out in ten thousand rays. "Long live our king!" The roar surged up again, unnervingly unified, wave after wave, loud enough to shake the heavens. Something stirred in Daven Walker's chest. He pushed his divine sense...