At first, Mannoroth didn’t care about this seemingly weak whip of dark energy.
In his opinion, these were just so aningless tricks. His Charge and Clave could definitely destroy everything simply and violently.
He imdiately found out that he was wrong! And he was very wrong!
The purity of these whips condensed from dark energy was so high that even the knowledgeable Eredar twins were astonished.
It was clearly an illusory energy body that was not even as powerful as gas, but it condensed and recondensed rapidly in less than one thousandth of a second, turning into strands of substance that were frighteningly black and shiny even in the dark.
A hundred tis harder than steel!
Thousands of tis stronger than rubber bands!
Their unreasonable strength and tenacity held Mannoroth back from his charge!
Grab his arm.
His hand socket was stuck.
Grab his throat.
Lock his limbs.
From all directions, from the sky to the ground, from every angle, the whips of dark power flew out of thin air and actually stopped the number one lord of the abyss, who weighed tons, abruptly, as if he had been turned into a fossil in an instant, freezing him in place.
The huge double-headed sword was only one centiter away from hitting Duke’s body and cutting the seemingly weak body in half.
However!
The world is just around the corner!
When Mannoroth roared and tried to use all his strength to suck milk;
When he roared in anger, wishing to burn his life and soul;
When all his strength and the dark power that infused his body was exhausted;
Still no progress!
In front of the calm and composed Duke, he was even more miserable than an oversized clown, just like a bug that knew there was a spider web ahead but still rushed into it, only adding to the joke.
He is angry!
He cursed!
But I didn’t know that the na of this move is Spirit Whiplash Extre, not Dark Binding!
The pain that went beyond the physical pain had actually arrived a long ti ago, but because it was so severe, it instantly burned all the pain nerves in the places where he was bound, and he did not feel the pain at the first mont during his violent struggle.
But the next mont, a pain from the soul ca from every corner of his soul at the sa ti, finally making him realize that sothing was wrong.
"Ahhhh!"
It was a pain that surpassed all his previous experiences and overturned all his imaginations.
"Waaaaaa——"
It was the most extre, horrible pain that almost burned his brain out.
"No—Aaaaaaaaa—"
It was a desperate pain that even his soul, which he thought was strong and indomitable, would be frightened, trembled, and surrender to.
Perhaps those poor creatures who angered the three giants of the Burning Legion and had their souls imprisoned and roasted for thousands of years suffered such a tragic fate.
Mannoroth, who was well-known in the entire legion for his fighting ability and fearlessness, suddenly had his four relatively short hooves soften at the sa ti, and his dragon belly stuck to the ground, and he fainted.
And a foul sll spread from the back of the abdon...
That’s right, because this guy’s body model is more like a half-dragon, but his belly is too big, like a tumbler, his head just droops on his thick neck, and he rolled his eyes.
"Sir!" Several abyss lords were horrified.
Magtheridon, who was in the lead, brandished his double-headed sword and rushed over to rescue him.
"snort!"
A cold snort!
A green shadow rose from the ground and rushed into the sky.
In less than a second, a very unscientific triangle was drawn in the air.
It was a sad red light.
Brutal and full of supre power.
Compared to the violent montum of the Abyss Lord when he charged, this axe emitting scarlet light was even more unreasonable.
Although Grom was only one-tenth of his opponent’s size, he had the unique skill of Abyss Lord Expertise and taught Magtheridon a lesson with just one Gorehowl.
The super alloy plate with a thickness of more than one ter was directly chopped to pieces by an axe.
Magtheridon was like a little girl whose face was pale with fright. She uttered an unscientific scream and retreated in panic.
King versus king!
General against general!
It seems that the Abyss Lord has suffered a complete defeat!
Duke flicked his fingers lightly, wanting to kill this scourge Mannoroth.
Suddenly, an extrely powerful will descended.
It was a terrifying will so vast that it seed as if the entire universe was held in his hands.
A cold light flashed in Duke’s eyes, and with a flick of his fingers, the dark power bound to Mannoroth suddenly strengthened.
At this mont, most of the demons watching the battle couldn’t help but change color.
This ’Infernal Affairs’ really dares to kill soone! ?
"Hmph!" A cold snort ca from the void, and then a super big knife wrapped in pale blue flas chopped down from the air, about to cut off Duke’s dark whip.
However, Duke looked frightened at the very end and took back his energy just before the flaming knife arrived.
Oh my god!
Oh, no, even though he kept telling himself that this was the most powerful ti of the Burning Legion 10,000 years ago, when Duke saw Archimonde’s big blue face running out to scare people, he still had the illusion that he didn’t hold the coffin lid down properly and let Archimonde run out.
"Who are you? Who gave you the right to kill my vanguard general?" Archimonde’s shadow seed furious.
"Lord Archimonde! As Lord Kil’jaeden’s direct subordinate, it seems that there is no need for to endure Mannoroth’s provocation against , right?" Duke was not at all intimidated, but instead directly rebuked Archimonde.
In the Burning Legion, the one with the biggest fist is the boss.
But it is also relative.
The issue of factions has existed in any large organization since ancient tis.
Anyway, Duke defeated Mannoroth with one move, demonstrating his worth. He dared to bet his integrity that Kil’jaeden would not be willing to let Archimonde kill him, the best rookie of the year.
Sure enough, in less than half a second, a huge bust of Kil’jaeden suddenly appeared behind Duke.
"Haha! Don’t be angry, Archimonde. It’s just the little guys down there sparring. Isn’t your vanguard officer still alive?"
When Duke heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He was a talent discovered by the Eredar Twins. How could these two evil-minded female demons, as Kil’jaeden’s lieutenants, miss such an opportunity to take credit?
No need to ask, it must be them who called Kil’jaeden over.
So Duke was not surprised at all when Kil’jaeden tried to smooth things over as soon as he appeared.
"Hmph!" Archimonde glared at Duke fiercely.
Archimonde would never have thought that 10,000 years later, it was this little bastard in front of him who gave him the final blow. Of course, Duke, who was guilty of his cri, had already changed his appearance before traveling through ti, and he had absorbed a large amount of high-purity evil energy, so Archimonde would not recognize him even if he had seen him yesterday.
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