The angelic body raised the Holy Angelic Sword again. This time, it didn't slash down immediately. Instead, it was accumulating power.
This was an advanced combat technique. It wasn't a skill, but it could accumulate power in the weapon and wait for the right time to unleash a full-force attack.
This kind of advanced combat technique wasn't very powerful. In a battle, especially in a battle between Professions, it was very difficult to find a Profession at a suitable distance to give the attacker a long time to charge up.
This kind of fighting technique that was like a chicken helping a chicken was the best choice at this time.
The power of light on the holy angelic sword almost materialized. With a loud roar, the holy angelic sword slashed down heavily on the thick red arm, leaving a trail of white flame behind it. The sound of space being sliced apart could be heard as the holy angelic sword sliced through the air.
This attack was almost twice as powerful as the previous one. However, compared to the thick arm, this attack only cut into the muscle and didn't reach the bone.
When the Holy Angelic Sword was retracted, the wound quickly healed.
"Brat, since you have the body of an angel, you are also an enemy of hell. Although you have barely reached the world level, your attacks are too weak. You can't hurt me!" The King of Trepidation was still shouting provocatively.
He couldn't understand how a human sorcerer could have the body of an angel and tame the super Diablo at the same time.
However, he looked down on Abel's attack power. Although the angelic body was strong, it couldn't cut off his arm even after being strengthened by 1.3 million souls.
As long as it wasn't a vital part, he could quickly recover with the help of hell blood.
Even without the help of hell blood, the recovery ability of his demon body could guarantee that his arm wouldn't be cut off.
If he didn't need to use some of his power to resist the shrinking of the dimension gap, he wouldn't need the help of hell blood at all.
Abel's human body didn't get close to the red arm, "You are indeed powerful, King of Fear, but you underestimate me!"
Even though the King of Fear's arm was harmless, Abel didn't want to get close. He was a wizard, and he knew his position very well. He was a long-range attacker, and close combat was done by the angelic body.
He couldn't do what an angel's body couldn't do.
He needed some time to confirm if the King of Trepidation was really unable to retaliate. Only then would he dare to make the final attack.
As he spoke, his angelic body attacked again under his control. This time, the attack was different from the previous two. The 'Holy Angelic Sword' turned into afterimages. He kept attacking the same part of the King of Fear's arm at a speed of ten strikes per second.
He attacked quickly, but the King of Trepidation recovered quickly as well. As soon as the wound appeared, it recovered.
In fact, just by looking at the vitality of the 'underling,' one would know how strong the vitality of the real King of Fear was.
If he wanted to kill his' underling 'with his angelic body and hit its vital points, he would need about 20 hours to do so. At this moment, he was attacking the King of Fear's arm. This wasn't a vital spot, so the damage he dealt was probably not as fast as the recovery speed of the King of Fear.
"'Little brother', you attack as well!" Abel's human body ordered.
A red light flashed on the 'underling'. Then, a 'purple lightning' struck toward the King of Trepidation's arm.
The continuous' purple lightning 'struck the King of Trepidation's arm crazily with physical and electric attacks.
The King of Trepidation didn't panic at all. Instead, he mocked, "How laughable. You actually let him attack me!"
The King of Trepidation's dark power had a limited effect on the 'underling,' and vice versa. The 'underling' was the King of Trepidation's clone. Their powers came from the same source.
According to the rules, these two powers that came from the same source couldn't cause much damage.
Abel didn't say anything else. The angelic body and the 'underling' didn't stop attacking. Even if it was useless, the attacks continued.
After attacking for an hour, the angelic body and the 'underling' still didn't have any intention of stopping.
"Cunning brat, why don't you come down and get close to me?" the King of Trepidation roared.
He finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He had been waiting for Abel to get close.
It wasn't that he didn't want to attack. He still had another attack method. However, this attack method had very little effect on the 'underling' and the angelic body. It could only produce the greatest effect on the human body.
However, after waiting for so long, he could tell that Abel was a coward. He wouldn't get close to him at all.
Helpless, he could only try to attack with all his might to see if he could push back the 'underling' that was binding his arm.
Even if the effect was very small, it might still make the 'underling' loosen its grip.
As the King of Trepidation spoke, a pale white light appeared on his arm. Then, there were cries, howls, screams, and screams. Accompanied by black shadows dancing in the air, people couldn't help but feel fear.
This kind of fear came from the instincts of the soul. Especially for humans, the effect was doubled.
Against the super Diablo's' underling, 'who also lived in hell, the effect wouldn't be too great. However, the King of Trepidation was confident that if he used all his strength and his original power, it would be enough to make the' underling 'loosen its grip a little.
As long as it loosened its grip a little, he would be able to retract his arm and leave this world.
As for this world, he would think of a way to obtain it in the future.
He had already lost his confidence in taking over this world as soon as Abel appeared.
However, he didn't know that the super Diablo's' underling 'in front of him wasn't a soul that was born in hell. Instead, it was a soul that had just been born. This soul didn't have the experience of childhood, let alone the existence of fear.
After the 'underling's' soul was born, it was immediately strengthened by thousands of bottles of 'soul potion'. This made it so that only battle instincts and loyalty to its master existed in its soul.
The King of Trepidation wanted to use fear to influence it, but he was using it in the wrong direction.
At this moment, Abel also saw the King of Trepidation's ability clearly. He got close to the King of Trepidation's angelic body and felt the power of fear at close range.
It was a power that could reach the depths of one's soul and reveal the most terrifying memories in one's soul. It could also turn the most terrifying things in one's imagination into reality.
Even though his angelic body was naturally resistant to this ability, he still felt a heart-wrenching feeling of his soul being torn apart.
This feeling was too terrifying. It could turn all the things that one feared in one's life into reality in an instant. This kind of fear was enough to make one's soul collapse directly.
This was a powerful ability unleashed by a demon king. It was enough to cause damage to a demon king of the same rank.
Luckily, with the weakening of his angelic body, half of Abel's consciousness in his angelic body blocked this attack. Of course, it was also because the other half of his consciousness was not affected.
At that moment, he saw his parents on earth getting hit by a truck. Both of their bodies were crushed in the air.
He saw his uncle Marshall's chest being pierced by a long sword. The painful expression on his uncle Marshall's face almost drove him crazy.
He saw his father, Duke Bennett, his mother, Nora, and his brother, Zach, being surrounded by the rebels. He couldn't do anything.
He saw Sainte Lorraine being engulfed in flames. She looked at him with despair flashing in her eyes.
He saw Wizard Moreton's white hair and sagging skin. He died of old age in his magic tower.
He saw the death of almost everyone related to him. He saw his Kingdom of Saint Ellis collapsing. He saw the destruction of the Holy Continent. He saw the Central Continent being eroded by the blood of hell. He saw the undying flames of hell landing in every corner of the world.
All these illusions did not destroy his soul. Instead, they made him even angrier.
He had never hated someone so much, even if that person was a demon king of hell.
After the King of Fear unleashed his ability, Abel's human body ignited the "instantaneous movement" and appeared next to the red arm.
Afterward, a dark gold dimension force reached out from his soul.
This dark gold dimension force went towards the root of the King of Fear's arm that was exposed in the dimension gap and wrapped around it.
The dark gold dimension force easily wrapped around the root of the red arm. Afterward, the dark gold dimension force was like a hot knife cutting into butter. It cut into the red arm from all sides.
The King of Fear let out a scream and cursed, "Damn, you can control the dimension force. What kind of dimension force is this?"
Although Spatial Force could cause him harm, ordinary Spatial Force definitely wouldn't be able to cause such damage.
The Hell Demon King level defense that he was so proud of had no resistance at all in front of the power of space.
His recovery ability could not remove the effect of the dimension force before his entire arm was cut off.
As the red arm was cut open, the dimension gap lost its support and slowly shrank.
When the dimension gap was about to close, the voice of the King of Fear emerged from the other side.
"I don't care where you hide. I don't care if it's ten thousand years or a hundred thousand years, I will find you. I will destroy this world with my own hands …!" His voice became softer and softer until it could no longer be heard.
Abel laughed with a mocking expression. The declaration of a loser was like the words of a loser trying to save face. It was so unconvincing.
He did not reach out his hand to catch the red arm. Instead, he let his angelic body catch it.
Only the angelic body, which was the natural enemy of the demon king, would not be afraid of the harm that the demon king's body might bring.
When the angel's body caught the red arm, faces began to appear on the arm. The entire red arm was formed by souls, and each of these souls was as pure as the 1.3 million souls. They had been nurtured for a long time.
Abel did not know that a demon king like the King of Fear would even control some worlds to nurture such souls in order to collect enough pure souls.
Once these worlds nurtured too few pure souls, the demon king would destroy that world.
This made those worlds use all kinds of means to nurture more pure souls and offer them to the demon king. They only wished for the world to survive.
These means were not enough to be revealed to outsiders because of the cruelty and taboos. Each of them broke the bottom line of morality and human nature.
In the end, these worlds would become the best place for hell to collect all kinds of negative emotions because of this behavior.
The faces that appeared on the red arm were extremely ferocious. These souls were no longer pure souls. They were all incarnations of the King of Fear. Although they had left the main body, they were still affected by the King of Fear.
The power of light on the angelic body wrapped around the red arm. These souls began to change from ferocious to calm. Then, they flew into his body. His angelic body and the crystal angel statue's shadow space were strengthened again.
To be honest, an existence like the angelic body would need at least 10,000 years to surpass Archangel Tyrael's strength.
This was already an extremely fast cultivation speed. This was related to the four wings on the angelic body's back.
However, the situation in front of him was an exception. Using the demon king's main body to increase his strength was the dream of every angel.
In fact, no angel had ever been able to do this. This was because the demon king was extremely cunning. It was also because the demon king's main body was very difficult to come into contact with.
Even the angels would at most come into contact with the demon king's incarnation. The strength of the powerful incarnation and the demon king's main body was not too different, but the essence was completely different.
The demon king's incarnation was made up of mixed souls that occupied the world, but the demon king's main body was made up of selected pure souls. The difference was like heaven and earth.
To the angels, killing the demon king's incarnation would only reduce the demon king's influence. It would not achieve the goal of increasing their strength.
But now, the angelic body was hugging the arm of the King of Fear. The number of pure souls in this arm was far more than the 1.3 million.
Countless souls flew into the angelic body. One could feel his aura getting stronger and stronger. The power of light that had been stabilized due to the long battle started to overflow again.
Pure white flames appeared on his body, making him look like he was bathing in white flames.
Unfortunately, after the angelic body reached its limit, it could no longer increase its strength. At this time, there was still a small part of the arm in his hand that had not been digested.
This small part of the arm had entered his crystal angel statue's shadow. In the crystal angel statue's shadow, the small part of the red arm was sealed in a corner by the power of light.
Abel was overjoyed. Just now, the angelic body's strength had reached its limit. He understood that it had reached the peak of level-45, which was the shackle strength of this world.
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