She truly deserved to be a disciple of Tian Wuya, having inherited his true teachings.
She was no weaker than the top-tier prodigies of the human race.
The destructive blade energy in his body was growing more and more intense, and both Ubel and Doyle found their strength beginning to wane from their peak.
"Ubel, if this continues, we’ll die too." Doyle was starting to doubt their chances.
His hesitation gave Amalia the opportunity to exploit a gap, and she swiftly severed one of his arms.
Although losing an arm wouldn’t significantly affect his strength, it shattered his will to continue.
Having struggled so hard to reach this stage, he didn’t want to die easily now.
Amalia imdiately sensed his thoughts.
At this point, if he wanted to escape, it would depend on whether she allowed it.
Without hesitation, she pressed her advantage, her blades cutting through the air, leaving small but continuous wounds on his body.
From the wounds, traces of blade energy could be seen piercing through his skin, constantly destroying his ridians and muscles.
Before long, the wounds beca large enough to bleed uncontrollably, and no matter how much Doyle tried to stop it, the bleeding wouldn’t cease.
He couldn’t help but panic.
In a mont of confusion, Amalia seized the opportunity to close in, her blade cutting deeply, turning him into a bloody ss.
His flesh was torn open, and his bones were exposed beneath the mangled skin.
Ubel’s fist suddenly turned golden, and he punched out, causing the air to crack as it swept toward Amalia.
Amalia, however, gripped Doyle’s shoulder tightly with her left hand, not dodging at all, and was hit by Ubel’s punch alongside Doyle.
"No!" Doyle suffered a trendous amount of damage.
He had been used as a human shield by Amalia.
In an instant, only his head remained, the rest of his body shredded to pieces.
A hand shot from the back of his head, seizing the escaping soul, and with a surge of divine sense, she quickly destroyed the soul, leaving no chance for it to infect her.
Ubel was seething with rage.
He had expected Amalia to dodge, but he hadn’t anticipated her incredible boldness in taking his punch head-on.
"Now, it’s just you left."
Amalia, dressed in black, seed to have no blood on her, yet the strong stench of blood emanated from her body.
The devils watching from thousands of ters away dared not even breathe, hoping that this human cultivator would not notice them.
"This human cultivator’s aura is almost on par with our top-tier prodigies."
"Where did this human co from? Too terrifying."
Before today, they had never believed that human prodigies could rival their own, for in previous encounters, their top-tier prodigies had always held the upper hand.
Just as they were trembling in fear, a surge of power appeared behind Amalia.
The incoming attacker seed to be very skilled at concealing their aura, and Amalia hadn’t detected them at first.
The mont she tore through the space, Amalia realized that an incredibly sharp hook had latched onto her shoulder, embedding itself into the flesh.
The blood spurted out.
It seed like this was just a prelude.
In the next second, Ubel and the person who ambushed her struck simultaneously—one attacking her head-on and the other from behind, leaving her no escape.
At that mont, Amalia suddenly threw sothing behind her.
When the opponent realized it was an artifact, they imdiately retreated, but it was already too late.
The artifact exploded in an instant.
The enemy had misjudged it, thinking it was just a regular artifact, not realizing it was a divine artifact.
The explosion of a divine artifact was several tis more powerful than a normal artifact, and no one had ever dared to self-destruct a divine artifact.
Once the blast subsided, the enemy was left bloodied.
Amalia didn’t even look back. She rushed toward Ubel, and even though she had sustained injuries, her great blade still struck with sparks flying.
Ubel was knocked back repeatedly.
Even though he blocked her blade, the residual force left him with additional small wounds.
The blade energy in the wounds gradually gathered, growing into an even more destructive force that wreaked havoc inside his body.
He had initially thought that Abbadon had arrived and that he no longer had to fear this person, but little did he know, this woman was also ruthless.
When she said the divine artifact would self-destruct, it truly did.
There were very few divine artifacts on Mystic Void Continent.
In the current situation, where divine artifacts couldn’t be refined, each one was considered a priceless heirloom for any sect or power.
With his injuries escalating, Ubel’s movents beca slower.
The devil power inside him was hindered by the blade energy, making it difficult to circulate.
All he could do was keep dodging, but Amalia relentlessly pursued him, her steps closing in. His strong body began to crack and crumble.
"Abbadon, co save !" Ubel saw Amalia’s blade just inches from him.
He couldn’t understand why this person’s strength seed undiminished, even after such a long battle.
What he didn’t know was that Amalia’s cultivation was constantly growing.
Every bit of progress replenished her spiritual energy, and she could use it endlessly.
"This person is strange; her cultivation has broken through to the late stage of Body Integration!" Abbadon quickly noticed sothing was wrong.
Ubel focused his eyes and nearly had a heart attack.
Only now did he realize that this killing machine had sohow advanced from the middle stage of Body Integration to the late stage of Body Integration.
He was no match for her even in the middle stage of Body Integration, let alone in the late stage of Body Integration.
Ubel turned around and fled, deciding not to continue fighting.
This woman was too powerful in both ranged and close combat.
It felt as though he had been reduced to a sharpening stone for her.
"Since you’re here, don’t think of leaving." Amalia imdiately pursued.
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