The entire person was also knocked to the ground, and staring at her demonic face in the water puddle, Priscilla was stupefied.
She had beco the demon she hated the most...
"Kill , let die as a human."
Priscilla said sowhat brokenly.
This made Theresa, who had executed many Awakeners herself, sigh.
"Since you wish it, let fulfill it for you."
Theresa approached Priscilla with her sword, looking at Priscilla who was kneeling on the ground with a broken arm, and finally spoke.
"Do you have any last wishes?"
Priscilla said nothing, rely bowed her head, revealing her demonic neck.
Yet his injured arm was visibly regenerating at an astonishing speed and had already touched the fallen sword hilt.
In Theresa’s eyes, there was a hint of rcy as she prepared to swing, but Priscilla’s arm suddenly moved like a spring.
Splat~
The sword-wielding wrist instantly broke and flew off.
The sudden strike left the forr NO.1 unable to react, and the attack took her completely by surprise!
"So that’s it, didn’t have to endure at all, awakening feels so wonderful..."
With her first successful strike, Priscilla’s face showed a hint of pleasure.
She no longer resisted demonization; fully awakened, it turned out to be such a delight!
"Well, it’s your ti to go..."
The broken arm quickly regenerated, and the sword-wielding right arm swung spring-like towards the weaponless Theresa.
But just as Priscilla prepared to deliver the final blow and complete the decapitation, a green fel energy descended from the sky.
Priscilla’s Great Sword was caught by a pair of sharp nails.
A four-ter dark shadow lood in front.
Makabala revealed the form of the Dreadlord, appearing there.
"rcy at the heart of the Abyss, how ironic."
Makabala glanced at Theresa with the severed hand, a smirk of mockery mingled with joy on his face.
As a Dreadlord, he truly loved this scene.
rcy, betrayal, slaughter, how wonderful!
One of the few amusents left for him now.
But compared to his dark tastes, the boss’s orders outweigh anything.
Since the boss had said to recruit these Great Swords, then the NO.1 here couldn’t die so miserably.
Otherwise, he really wouldn’t mind watching from the sidelines until they slaughtered each other to the last one.
"Who are you!"
Priscilla did not expect her full force strike to be caught by two fingernails.
But before she finished speaking, Makabala flicked her away casually.
Bang~
The air exploded in a twisted ripple.
Priscilla was instantly knocked back hundreds of ters!
Like a cannonball, she smashed fiercely into the mountain behind.
Boom~
The mountain crumbled, raising a cloud of dust.
In the deep pit created by the impact, plasma splattered, seemingly flattened instantly.
Yet the powerful regenerative ability and life energy of the Awakener forced her scattered flesh to slowly stitch together again.
This made Makabala raise his brow slightly.
"The life energy is impressive. I think Nie Jianli will like it. I’ll bring him a gift, and next ti he can help fix my claws."
His sharp claws scraped against each other, emitting sparks and a piercing sound.
Makabala’s dreadlord form was more fearso than both demons and Awakeners.
The few Great Swords standing by, yet to recover from the recent upheaval, raised their weapons, pointing at Makabala.
Theresa calmly retreated quickly, arriving by her severed arm, instructing the little girl who had rushed over.
"Cleia, help attach the severed arm to the wound. I can heal myself."
Though Priscilla’s sneak attack didn’t faze Theresa, looking at Makabala’s form, she sensed through her keen demonic power perception the nauseatingly terrifying fel energy emanating from him.
The power more evil than demonic forces indeed made all the Great Swords temporarily ignore the crippled Priscilla, focusing entirely on Makabala.
The dreadlord’s four-ter height and winged presence quite fitting the current world...
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