Frius raised his hand and punched. The tip of his fist turned into a palm halfway and pressed down on Allen's chest. Allen saw the entire process clearly and clearly. However, when Frius's palm pressed down on his chest, he still didn't react at all.
This was almost impossible.
Allen swore that he had locked onto Frius, but from his movement, punch, palm to pressing down on his chest. During this series of actions, Allen did not sense any change in his opponent's Origin Energy at all. In other words, in Allen's perception network, Frius seemed to not exist at all, causing him to be unable to rely on his keen perception to predict the enemy first as in the past.
After that, the palm print came. Allen had a hundred ways to deal with it, but he didn't even have time to use a single method when it was pressed down.
Then, the power in his chest erupted like a torrent.
The scenery in Allen's eyes retreated wildly, and a powerful force pierced through his chest and spread throughout his body. This force continuously shook every part of his body. When Allen fell to the ground, his body, which had undergone a second metamorphosis, had already suffered all sorts of injuries. The bones in his body were covered in fine cracks like porcelain, and his blood vessels and internal organs had ruptured to varying degrees. At this moment, Allen's skin flushed unnaturally red. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mist. Only then did he relieve the pressure on his body, and his complexion returned to normal.
Raising his head, Frius strolled over.
The Black Emperor didn't walk in a hurry, but the distance between the two of them disappeared completely in a few steps. Just as Allen stood up, Frius used his palm as a knife and stabbed straight at him. His movements were incomparably swift and skillful.
Several ways to deal with it flashed through Allen's mind, and he was about to take one of them to block. Unexpectedly, when his hand was still raised, the tip of Frius's palm knife had already touched Allen's chest. A saber Qi pierced through his chest and came out from his back. Allen's eyes turned red, and Frius retracted his palm half an inch. He gathered his strength slightly and clenched his fist to charge again.
A muffled sound rang out from the plains.
Allen flew out like a kite with a broken string, spraying a string of blood in the air.
The ground beneath Frius' feet had silently sunk into a ten-meter-wide crater. The edge of the crater was smooth and neat, as if the mud on the ground had been cut open by an invisible blade.
After flying for a hundred meters, Allen fell to the ground. After sliding for a dozen meters, his body bounced up and fell again before finally stopping. When he crawled up, his eyes and nostrils were oozing blood. The clothes on his chest were torn to shreds, revealing the skin on his chest that was even redder than blood.
He took a deep breath.
His breath seemed to be endless. His skin first turned red, then purple. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the Devil's Praise shone with a red light. Killing intent surged within the light, and a giant weapon was already in Allen's hand.
Second Stage Reverse Blood!
Anthem of Destruction!
Allen had all his trump cards. If he still wanted to hide them in front of the Black Emperor, how was that any different from suicide? After suffering two heavy blows from Frius, Allen finally had the chance to use his trump card. But in Frius's eyes, it was only met with a contemptuous smile.
The Black Emperor flashed forward.
Allen raised his saber and slashed.
But even when Frius clenched his fist and punched, Allen didn't even slash. It wasn't that he didn't want to attack, but that he didn't know where to attack. Frius seemed to be sprinting in a straight line, but the edges of his body constantly flickered and blurred. Allen tried to lock onto his position again and again, but he failed again and again.
If he couldn't lock onto the position and took the risk to attack, he would only be met with Frius's counterattack, and he would lose the initiative.
But defense might not be the best strategy.
This time, Allen used the width of the Anthem of Destruction to block the Black Emperor's punch with his huge saber as a shield before Frius could punch his forehead.
There was a loud clang.
Allen retreated ten steps, his arms feeling numb.
Frius approached again, and this time, he switched from a punch to a kick. The tip of his foot slashed at Allen's waist like a sharp blade. The latter took a deep breath and squatted down, blocking Frius's kick with the spine of his saber. His feet were blocked, but his entire body was taken away. His legs pulled out a line of dust on the ground and moved ten meters to the side.
The Black Emperor smiled faintly and dodged closer, kicking and punching around Allen. His movements weren't fast, but they left behind shadows around Allen. Allen used the Anthem of Destruction as a shield to block Frius's seemingly slow but swift attacks.
Frius's fists and feet didn't seem to have any flames, but they burst forth with tremendous force when they struck. The muffled sounds of the collision between the two sides went from slow to fast, and in the end, they were endless. A tornado had already been stirred up at the battlefield. The flying rubble followed the tornado and shattered the Origin Energy of the two of them time and time again, finally crushing them into powder!
Suddenly, the tornado dissipated, and a black line flew straight out, instantly disappearing into the distance.
Thick smoke billowed from the battlefield, and Riverius lowered his arm. With him as the center of the circle, circles of cracks appeared on the ground, covering hundreds of meters long and wide, forming dozens of concentric rings. When Frius raised his foot and swept it from the center of the circle to the last ring, a cloud of dust suddenly exploded on the ground. A gust of wind blew past, and the dust dispersed. A huge crater hundreds of meters wide appeared on the ground, as if it had been hit by a meteorite.
The Anthem of Destruction stabbed into the ground and was still pulled ten meters away before Allen landed on his feet. His entire body was oozing blood, and blood seeped out from under his skin, making Allen look like he was bathed in blood. He opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of blood to relieve the pressure on his body.
Frius was indeed terrifying.
Allen had encountered many strong enemies, but this was the first time he had been completely suppressed like this. In the previous attack, Allen had used the Anthem of Destruction to block Frius's pervasive attack, but there were still one or two punches in the ten punches that landed on his body. In that short period of time, Frius had attacked no less than six hundred times with punches and kicks. The last ten punches were linked together, causing Allen to be unable to catch his breath and be sent flying.
Until now, the sword at Frius\ 'waist hadn\'t been unsheathed, and he didn\'t even have the slightest bit of power and arrogance. Clearly, it was far from time to use his true strength. From this, it could be inferred that Orfasis hadn\'t used his full strength on Planet Heaven. Thinking of this, Allen smiled bitterly. He thought that he could resist the Paragon for a while, but it turned out that it was just his wishful thinking.
"It\'s not easy. If this goes on, I\'ll really die." Allen wiped the blood off his face.
Frius was strolling over.
Allen exhaled and slashed at the Anthem of Destruction without any pattern. The blade pulled out grayish-white rays of light and tore through the air. After the slash, Allen didn\'t even look at the result and turned around to fly away. He took the path west, his figure constantly flickering. Every time he flashed, he would cross a distance of a hundred meters, but he used a spatial jump.
The last flash had already disappeared from Frius\'s sight. Even he didn\'t dare to ignore the gray rays of light. After dodging, Allen had already taken the opportunity to escape far away. The corner of Frius\'s mouth twitched as he smiled, "At least he\'s not too stupid. Although it\'s disgraceful to escape, a person who doesn\'t know when to advance and retreat is obviously even more stupid."
"I hope you can be smarter. This game will be more interesting."
In the next moment, the Black Emperor had already disappeared.
While Allen was being beaten to the point of fleeing by Frius, the Hidden Demon Lamer braced himself and headed to the hall of the Shadow Castle in Demon Ring City.
It had been three days.
Ever since the news of Miriam\'s death came from Iron Tree City three days ago, even Lamer had no idea whether to continue attacking Mokedan. After all, this was too far from the original plan. If the other party had the strength to easily kill Miriam, then continuing to send troops would not be a show of might, but a military merit for Mokedan\'s side.
However, if they didn\'t fight, the Demon Shadow Kingdom\'s reputation would be ruined. Helpless, Lamer could only go to see Sbernak. After reporting Miriam\'s situation, the Demon King did not immediately make a decision. Instead, he let Lamer leave.
After three days, there was still no news from the Shadow Hall, so Lamer could only make another trip.
When he walked into the hall, he didn\'t know if it was an illusion, but Lamer felt that the hall was darker than before. Especially on the other side of the throne, it was completely submerged in a deep shadow. Lamer knelt down in the middle of the hall, not daring to rashly drill into the shadows. He had a feeling that there was another world in the shadows.
The world of Spenak!
"Your Majesty …" Lamer called out.
A "hmm" sound came from the shadows, and the voice was indifferent.
"Your Majesty, I wonder if Your Majesty has made a decision about Mokedan?" Lamer asked boldly.
There was a moment of silence in the shadows.
After a long while, Spenak said indifferently, "Withdraw your troops. There\'s no need to go."
"No need to go?" Lamer doubted his ears.
"For some reason, Frius went over there. Unless you want to fight the Black Emperor, don\'t do anything. "
Lamer was sweating profusely. He didn\'t dare to challenge Frius even if he had ten guts. However, it was strange that the Black Emperor had actually gone to Mokedan\'s side at this time. Even if Mokedan and the Demonic Shadow Kingdom were enemies and Dobia secretly supported the Dark King, that was completely different from Frius going to Mokedan.
That meant that the Black Emperor was interested in the person in Mokedan.
Lamer couldn\'t help but look into the shadows, thinking that Frius was interested. He wondered if his Majesty would be tempted as well.
He didn\'t dare to make wild guesses. Seeing that there was no sound coming from the shadows, Lamer could only leave the hall. The Hidden Devil left Dark Film Castle with a gloomy expression. Spenak only told him to withdraw his troops, but did not instruct him on how to treat Mokedan next. He didn\'t even say whether he would invite Mokedan to negotiate. Lamer sighed and decided not to do anything. Now that Spenak was obviously paying attention to Mokedan, Lamer knew that whatever he did was wrong before he made it clear.
The wisest thing to do was to wait and see.
In the hall of Shadow Castle, the deep shadows churned, and the light in the hall dimmed by two points. Two scarlet fluorescent lights flashed in the shadows, leaving two trajectories in the shadows. A low voice came from the shadows, and the Demon King muttered to himself, "What are you thinking, Frius? Since you\'ve made a move, you didn\'t show any killing intent. Could it be that you want to temper him and add another Sovereign to Agares? "
"However, that little fellow was actually able to activate Endless Break. Could it be that it has something to do with that person?"
"Looks like even I have to go."
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