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Home > Fantasy > A Sorcerer's Journey > Chapter 1057

Chapter 1057

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Even if they wanted to escape, the Evil Gods had no way to escape!

Through the world's gifts again and again, these wandering Evil Gods were constantly strengthening. Their origin had gradually merged with the Evil God Paradise, becoming the master of the Evil God Paradise, like the body organs of the Evil God Paradise. After the full moon gate was closed, they could not go anywhere.

Although the Evil God Paradise was large, it was only a medium-sized world. For the respective legions of both sides, it was not a big deal to sweep a circle.

On the burning head of the Crimson Flame, four narrow eyes emitted a cold and cruel light, looking at the head of the Shadow Skeletal Dragon.

Although it was just a casual blow, such a weak thing could escape from his Purgatory Furnace temporarily. It had some strength, which not only made Abaddon feel that this war was more interesting.

With a wave of his hand, the Purgatory Furnace, which had turned into the Evil God Paradise's blazing sun, absorbed and smelted the body of the Shadow Skeletal Dragon, enhancing the growth power of the Purgatory Furnace. However, although this Purgatory Furnace was not an ordinary thing, it was too huge and cumbersome after all, and there would be a considerable interval between uses.

The Shadow Skeletal Dragon was right.

At this time, King Abaddon, who had not yet gathered a powerful Purgatory Giant legion, was at his weakest moment when the Purgatory Furnace was out of his hands. Once he gathered his own powerful Purgatory Giant legion, the evil gods present would no longer have a chance.

The moment when the furnace left his hand to attack was the strongest. Without the furnace in his hand, his strength dropped greatly. The Shadow Skeletal Dragon was worthy of being a powerful creature with a long history. He actually discovered this after returning from death.

It moved!

The first to attack turned out to be one of the many Evil Gods that Grimm was relatively familiar with, the Violent War Bear King!

The body was surrounded by amazing power ripples. With the super-high frequency beating of the heart in the body squeezing the blood, the body actually inflated and burst like a balloon. Layers of rock crystal particles attached to the surface of the body, and the sunken eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that it was burning its own life potential to temporarily burst out a power beyond the peak. The strong bear claws carried an amazing and brutal power, and it pounced on King Abaddon, whose real body was not that tall at this time.

"Roar! Violent Bear Pounce! "

Abaddon raised his head and looked at the Berserk War Bear King, sneering with tyrannical disdain. His four long and narrow eyes flashed fiercely. Seeing that the Berserk War Bear King was getting closer and closer, the relatively small Fire Giant suddenly swung his palm.

"Filthy, ugly flesh creature, get out of my way!"

Boom …

With a miserable wail, as if swatting a fly, the body of the Violent Bear King, who pounced down from above, was burning with raging flames. He was slapped away by the King of Purgatory Abaddon. After drawing a long arc trajectory in the air, he fell to the ground with a "boom". It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

Without the Purgatory Furnace in hand, King Abaddon's strength had indeed fallen by a large margin, but that was only in comparison to a pinnacle level six creature or even a ruler!

As the pride of the Purgatory Giants, Abaddon, who had always been courageous and invincible on the road of growth, even before the Purgatory Furnace was cast, the previous generation of Purgatory Giant King with the Purgatory Flag could not suppress him. He was definitely the peak existence under the Ruler.

Ding.

Almost at the same time, a golden coin suddenly appeared silently beside King Abaddon. Immediately after, a humanoid creature wearing a bamboo hat grabbed it with his rough hand. It was the King of Fighters, Tebis!

This evil god, who had a brief low-level confrontation with Grimm, had now used his true form to exert the strongest power. His eyes revealed a clear and refined structure. It was the truth of every move and move of the profound meaning of the fist.

One punch, two punches, three punches, four punches, five punches, perfectly fused and superimposed into one. The fifth level of the Holy Fighting Fist, this was the peak power of Tebis. The attack power had more than doubled his own strength.

However, at this time, in real time, Tebis actually held his breath. His eyes were absolutely calm and eager. The blue veins on his right hand, which had been superimposed five times in a row, were exposed, and dense bloodstains emerged from his sweat pores. With a hysterical roar, the sixth punch was thrown.

"Sixth level of the Holy Fighting Fist!"

The incomparably violent power ripples gushed out, submerging King Abaddon, who was looking at it with a surprised look in an arc shape. The ground was smashed by King Abaddon's fall into an endless sea of magma crater. The waves were monstrous, and the power explosion wave marks shot straight into the sky. Even Grimm, who was silently observing and annotating, could not help but be surprised by the true power of this evil god.

This guy!

However, Tebis, who had surpassed himself and unleashed the sixth level of the Holy Fighting Fist, also flew out in an arc due to the pressure that far exceeded his own endurance limit due to the astonishing recoil force. His aura then rapidly declined, and he fled into the horizon without looking back.

"Roar, you can't run!"

The power shock wave was at its peak, but King Abaddon's savage and irritable Holy Mark of Anger came from inside. After pushing away the power ripple layer with one hand, he opened his mouth and shot out a blazing beam of light that surpassed the peak power of the Shadow Dragon King, charging straight at the figure that had already fled to the horizon.

Poof …

The King of Fighters, Tebis, whose power was rapidly declining, was brushed by the flame beam, but he was burned to ashes without even making a sound and dissipated in the air.

"It has exceeded 600000 degrees … This monster."

Grimm sucked in a breath of cold air and muttered. It had exceeded Grimm's own strength by too much. The attack value detected by the Mask of Truth began to become blurry, distorted, and extremely unstable. It was very likely that the actual strength was even higher than Grimm's estimation.

This was only the opponent's normal strength attack. King Abaddon was simply a monster that could not be touched by low-level creatures.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Suddenly, four figures appeared above King Abaddon's head and hands that were struggling with Tebis's sixth level Holy Fighting Fist. Four bright lights blossomed. The Blade Butcher, Onyx Soul, Sun God Amkais, Thirteen-Tailed Roaring Behemoth, and two each from the Purgatory Calamity camp. They were all powerful evil gods that Grimm was wary of.

The upper body had blade arms, sharp and cold, and the killing will that lingered was the condensation of tens of millions of dead souls under the blade. The lower body had eight legs of a crab.

Born in the Vile Soul Canyon, it grew all the way to the World Lord. The Blade Butcher was one of the first existences to join the Evil God Paradise. The gift of the world that he received prompted him to cross the level of a Level Four creature early. If he continued to grow like this, he might be able to step into Level Six in the future!

At this moment, its four blade arms were waving in unison.

Although the huge Purgatory Giants led by the King of Purgatory Giants had just arrived in the Evil God Paradise and had not yet gathered, there were more than ten thousand people at this time. Among them, there were many Level Three Purgatory Giants, and there was even a Level Four existence that was as violent as thunder, which could not be ignored.

Rumble, rumble, rumble …

The group of Purgatory Giants that rushed over on the sea of magma roared one after another, and the giant flame sticks on their shoulders condensed their own purest and strongest Purgatory Fire, and were thrown over!

"If you want to besiege my king, you have to pass through me first!"

High in the sky, the Level Four Purgatory Giant waved the giant stick condescendingly, like a fireball meteorite, smashing down.

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