For a demigod, this ti would be enough to run far, but it doesn’t seem very safe. However, Mochel’s expression was filled with sorrow instead of panic before his imminent death.
He claid to have twelve life-saving demon artifacts, but he had already been killed twelve tis. Without those artifacts, if he died again, it would be his true death.
Lynn did not stand on ceremony, not allowing Mochel to even convey his last words, and directly crushed his skull with the magic staff once again.
This ti, the fallen Mochel lay silent and motionless. Lynn stepped past his body and struck at the array, but his imnse magic power was like a clay ox entering the sea, only causing a ripple.
"Die!"
Just at that mont, Mochel, nearly a headless corpse, suddenly leapt up like a resurrected zombie. His face, just restored, contorted with madness as he charged toward the Seven Great Demon Kings.
In the next mont, accompanied by a duang sound, Mochel, who had pulled out all his attack demon artifacts ready for a suicidal strike, was kicked into a pulp by Lynn.
"Who the hell would believe your nonsense? If you want to play dirty, you need to choose the right devil."
Already prepared, Lynn looked at Mochel, who was gradually reforming into a magic shadow from flesh and blood. Seeing the surging murderous intent and helplessness in his eyes, Lynn thought he was underestimated by the demon.
"Looks like this Prince can’t take anyone down with him, but it doesn’t matter. They should have already crossed worlds; you can’t catch them! Hahahaha..."
Having used his last life-saving demon artifact, Mochel seed truly cornered, yet he still laughed madly, showing no fear of death.
"Your laughter is disliked by this Emperor. It’s better if you laugh like ’kekeke,’ but laugh however you want. You won’t be able to laugh anymore anyway."
As Lynn’s words fell, Mochel was initially confused, but soon he felt a surge of powerful auras flooding in from afar. As Illidan had said, he found himself unable to laugh anymore.
"Damn it! Who the hell told you to co back!"
Mochel shouted angrily at the approaching Yellow Springs Demon Kings. He had exchanged his life for their chance to live, yet they didn’t cherish it?
"The Eldest Prince is still alive! Hurry and save him!"
From a distance, the voice of a demon resounded, followed by a scene where many Yellow Springs Demon Kings turned back and dived into the pocket encircling Lynn and the other demons, protecting Mochel behind them. Behind them was their confidence to dare to return to kill—
A group led by the Second Prince Mitchell with nurous Purgatory Demigods!
"Idiots! Even if you gather two hundred Demon King-level powerhouses, what will it matter!"
Witnessing the scene, Mochel broke free from the protective Yellow Springs Demon Kings and shouted angrily.
If they were only facing Illidan now, then a total of over two hundred Demon King-level powerhouses exploding themselves could kill him, but the opposition has more than a single demon. The Seven Great Demon Kings and the Underdark Chaos two clans of demigods aren’t just for show, and even with nurical advantage, it’s uncertain if they are rivals.
"Big brother, after eting us, they insisted on rescuing you. I think we can fight once."
The Second Prince was still injured, providing little assistance, but a dying cal is bigger than a horse. After revealing his trump card, even if he’s not much, he can resist a newly ascended demigod.
"Fight your head! We all misjudged Illidan’s strength! Imdiately turn and run! Each clan leaves fifteen Demon King-level powerhouses and stay with to cover the retreat! Damn it! Another thirty demigods going to die for nothing!"
Unlike the rekindled fighting spirit of the Second Prince, Mochel was full of despair about the current situation. He didn’t see any chance of victory for the Purgatory Yellow Springs clans, unless he and his brother were now at level 990.
"But one must fight to know! We cannot let the Destruction Demon God be defeated! Even if we fail this battle, we must protect the Eldest and Second Princes. With the old Demon Emperor dead, in the Destruction Demon God’s family, only you two and the Third Princess have the potential of a Demon God, and the Third Princess is still young. Only the Eldest and Second Princes are the future of the Destruction Faction..."
At this mont, an old Yellow Springs Demon King stood out. His strength was only level 930, and his potential was drained. In his view, if lives were needed to cover the retreat, those who survived shouldn’t be the older ones without further growth, but the Eldest Prince with endless dark prospects.
Moreover, the New Demon Dragon Emperor appears invincible, yet the Seven Great Demon Kings have not yet reached the true pinnacle. If they don’t fight to the death now, when the Seven Great Demon Kings reach the peak, the only hope will be both Princes achieving Near God status.
But the road to Near God status is too far. If they admit defeat and flee now, the Demon Realm will fall under the control of the Guardian Demon God. Then, with the Guardian Demon God holding faith from the Underdark, Chaos, and Abyss three major demon races, he would surely overshadows the Destruction Demon God, leading to their final defeat in this war of faith.
Thus, this battle must be fought!
If victorious, no matter the heavy losses, victory must be secured. If truly outmatched, they must rescue the Eldest Prince, sacrificing insignificant old ones.
"Excellent, this Emperor admires your vision. If other demons are shattered, I won’t promise to spare them, but you, I promise a whole corpse."
Seeing the enemy demigod group reunite to die, despite being nearly impossible to chase down, Lynn’s mood, previously nauseated by Mochel, finally brightened.
He was the most eager for a decisive battle, as he needed to also watch over the Miracle World. He couldn’t stay in the Demon Realm for long. If he could annihilate the Destruction Demon God Faction in one go, it would save him much trouble.
"Demon Emperor, don’t underestimate us. Currently, our Yellow Springs Purgatory clans still have two hundred and twenty Demon King-level powerhouses, while you there, aside from yourself, have fewer than ninety. The advantage is clearly ours!"
Another previously scattered Purgatory demigod stood out. He was initially frightened by Illidan Demon Emperor’s invincible state but regained his courage after reuniting with the Yellow Springs demons.
No matter how invincible, what does it matter against hundred foes? Our remaining Demon King-level forces still suppress the Underdark and Chaos clans profoundly.
"It’s fine, as you said, only a battle can tell. Enough talk, let’s fight!"
Lynn said, waving the Demon Emperor’s Staff and charging directly at the returning Yellow Springs and Purgatory demons ready to die.
He wouldn’t kill Mochel now; otherwise, once Mochel died, these Demon King-level rescuers might scatter again, making pursuing them troubleso.
Mochel clearly saw Lynn’s intentions, so he sprang from the demon crowd, rushing toward Lynn and forced a fight.
"Get lost!"
Lynn had no patience to entangle with a re bait. He struck Mochel heavily, leaving him seriously injured, then abandoned him.
Mochel was violently struck, falling and vomiting blood. This Illidan did it intentionally, clearly able to easily erase him, yet only severely wounding him. And the life-saving demon artifacts can’t directly heal injuries, causing him and the previously injured Second Prince to temporarily lose combat power.
After dealing with the troubleso Mochel, Lynn plunged into the demon crowd as desired, followed by the Seven Great Demon King sisters and the Underdark Chaos clans’ Demon King-level powerhouses.
Lynn was like a tiger leaping into a flock of sheep, accompanied by seven white wolves and another herd. When both sides clashed, fifteen Demon King-level powerhouses from the Purgatory Yellow Springs clans fell instantly.
In that mont, both factions were startled.
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