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"Co on!! Continue!!! Don’t hide any more tricks!! Try them out quickly!! Show them to so I can see properly!!"
The slightly hoarse roar, accompanied by the explosive sounds of thunder and lightning, instantly echoed throughout heaven and earth.
Although at this mont, The holy magic still dominated the world. But this series of roars from the Sword Demon directly caused Seville’s montum to wilt. So much so that this Church Wing, despite still having a certain advantage, involuntarily retreated repeatedly.
"What’s, what’s going on with this guy?!"
His proud armor has already been shattered by ?!
He’s already covered in wounds,
You could even say he’s bathed in blood, half-dead?!
But,
But why?!
Why can this guy still roar with such montum!? Why can he still burst out with such power?! Does this guy not feel pain?! His whole body is being cut by my silver threads! Why isn’t he screaming in agony?! Why is he still so excited!!!
"You, what’s wrong with you!"
Although Pierre has now been beaten back to human form, in Seville’s eyes, a terrifying huge phantom completely wrapped in purple armor vaguely appeared behind him. An unprecedented sense of pressure instantly fell on Seville’s shoulders like Mount Tai.
In that very instant, this church wing birthed a terror unlike any other.
Almost at the instant his state of mind changed, Seville’s long-maintained holy magic field was imdiately overwheld by Pierre’s purple light.
The situation on the battlefield underwent a drastic change in these short few seconds.
Realizing that this strike couldn’t pierce the Sword Demon’s core, Seville intended to withdraw his spear and distance himself from the Sword Demon.
However, At this mont, even if he wanted to withdraw his spear, he couldn’t. Pierre’s hands were like pliers, firmly gripping Seville’s spear.
"Let go!! You monster!!!"
Roaring in anger, Seville obviously wanted to encourage himself through shouting and suppress the fear spreading in his heart.
At the sa ti, To break free from the Sword Demon’s constraint, Seville gritted his teeth, and the brown light in his eyes suddenly burst forth. The five energy arms behind him suddenly wielded silver holy blades that could cut through iron like mud, fiercely stabbing towards Pierre with killing intent!
Puchi!
Accompanied by the splashing of blood, five sharp holy light blades directly pierced Pierre’s body, one of them even directly penetrating Pierre’s right eye.
As is well known, Holy magic and Shadow Power are two inherently conflicting forces. Being pierced by swords condensed from holy magic causes indescribable damage and pain to Abyssal Demons. However, even after being stabbed five tis, even though the wounds had begun to burn and smoke, Pierre’s face still showed no expression of pain, but instead beca more and more excited.
The smile on his face beca increasingly ferocious and frenzied.
Regarding his own injuries, what Pierre felt was not fear, but wild joy.
"Not bad, not bad! You’re pretty good!!! Hahahahaha, co on, continue!!! Fight with your life!! That’s a true battle!!"
With a wild roar, Pierre, enduring Seville’s attacks, suddenly threw a punch under the terrified gaze of this Church Wing!
The next mont, Pierre’s fist solidly hit Seville’s face, the powerful impact directly causing Seville to spit blood, and his entire body turned into a brown light, violently smashing towards the distant ruins. In an instant, dust flew and sand rolled.
Although this punch was fierce, it wasn’t enough to kill Seville who had activated Divine Grace.
However, Just as Seville staggered a few steps and stood up from the ground, the dust before his eyes was suddenly parted, and Pierre, wielding a giant sword and bathed in blood, rushed over like a ssenger from the netherworld, giving Seville no chance to catch his breath. Under the escort of intense lightning, strange black cracks gradually appeared on Pierre’s body, and his body even began to beco ethereal.
Seeing this, Seville gritted his teeth, and countless silver threads instantly entangled Pierre’s body.
Due to the excessive hardness of Pierre’s body, the silver threads weren’t enough to directly cut him into pieces, but his already riddled skin was scraped with countless wounds.
Unfortunately, Just like before, the unbearable, heart-piercing pain that silver threads would bring to normal people was completely ignored by Pierre. The Sword Demon didn’t care about his injured state at all, focusing all his attention and overwhelming fighting spirit on Seville.
The next mont, accompanied by the tearing of air, the pale giant sword suddenly carried overwhelming pressure, slashing towards Seville with unstoppable montum.
Crack~
Accompanied by a crisp sound, the defensive silver thread net woven by Seville was directly and rcilessly shattered by Pierre. After breaking through the silver thread net, the giant sword still didn’t slow down, directly cutting off two of Seville’s silver energy arms in one stroke. Not only that, after getting close, Pierre even endured the slashes of Seville’s silver swords and forcibly tore off another of Seville’s silver arms with his mouth.
Spitting out the arm, Pierre looked at Seville with extre excitent.
"Hahahahaha!!! Co on!! Continue!!! Continue!!"
"Ahhhh!"
Faced with the Sword Demon King who fought more fiercely and whose power expanded more and more, seeing himself instantly lose three arms, Seville’s ntal state also gradually began to collapse. Of course, what began to collapse was not only Seville’s mind but also his body that was approaching its limit.
Staring at the slashes that ca one after another, continuously swinging towards him, Seville, who could only barely parry, suddenly let out a hysterical roar
"Why won’t you die?!! Why won’t you die aaaaahhhhhh!!"
"You, you monster!!"
"Don’t co near !!!" The battle was still continuing, but anyone who wasn’t blind could easily see. Pierre’s power was rapidly expanding, while Seville’s Divine Grace state was increasingly approaching its limit, on the verge of collapse at any mont. With this ebb and flow, the scales of victory had begun to tilt towards Pierre.
…
My child, Is quite impressive, huh? In such a targeted situation, he can actually fight back and smile that beautifully~
Through the bloody butterflies, Yumo, thousands of miles away, couldn’t help but raise her hand to her chin, showing a rather surprised and proud expression.
But soon, Yumo shook her head in understanding.
Perhaps because Pipi had been too invincible in recent years and had never been badly beaten, Yumo had almost forgotten another terrifying ability that Pipi possessed. That is, the ability to exchange life force for power... Simply put, the more severely injured he is, the more formidable his fighting power becos...
"Hehe, to win against my son, you’re still too little"
Seeing her child so powerful, Yumo unconsciously felt a surge of pride.
However, After a brief mont of self-satisfaction, Yumo frowned, suddenly realizing a very serious problem.
Watching Seville being constantly pressed and beaten, the bloody butterflies that had just excitedly fluttered up quickly fell back to the treetops very awkwardly, as if directly doused with cold water.
After a strange silence, Yumo muttered sowhat resentfully in her heart.
"Hey... Momo, do we still need to make an appearance? My idiot son seems to not need our help at all? If we appear at this ti, we might not be the hero saving the day... but the dog stealing the kill, right?"
"Uh, it, it seems so…"
"Then, what’s the point of us watching so attentively all this ti? Weren’t we supposed to make a dazzling entrance?"
"Uh, the script is wrong, these, these probably won’t work anymore..."
" (╥﹏╥), but… wh… what about my lines? What about my pose?"
"Next, next ti... Definitely next ti" Realizing that after watching for so long, their carefully prepared lines and actions would all turn to bubbles, the bloody butterflies floating inside Wisteria instantly lost their vitality, becoming dispirited, extrely disappointed and depressed as they flew towards the distance.
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