Chapter 2033
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Azcamore took a deep breath, and the runes around him began to detach from the wall and surround his body.
Chen Zhao realized that Azcamore's life force was rapidly disappearing.
Chen Zhao didn't know how this spell worked, but he understood.
But Chen Zhao understood. Azcamor was injecting his life force into the runes.
These runes trapped Azcamore, but Azcamore could control these runes.
But this control was one-time, because he was using his life force to control them.
After Azcamore used it once, the runes would lose their effect.
Azcamore would die too.
It could be said that the person who sealed Azkamor here was quite vicious.
He'd given Azcamore a choice. He could choose freedom, but he would also have to face death.
Or he could stay here obediently, but he had no freedom at all.
The person who'd sealed him was clearly very familiar with Azcamore.
All the runes lit up.
It was different from the slow speed when Azcamore transformed.
When Azcamore used his trump card, it was very fast.
It was done in a matter of seconds.
The next moment, the runes started imprinting on Azcamore's body.
The originally dark skin of Azcamore had turned into a golden glow.
Chen Zhao immediately cast Dark Assimilation on himself.
Chen Zhao's body turned black.
Chen Zhao could feel that Azcamore's life force was almost depleted.
"How long can you last in this state?"
"Ten seconds!" Azcamore didn't hesitate, because he only had ten seconds. "Kill!"
Instantly, Azcamore shot toward Chen Zhao.
In terms of speed, Azcamore was faster than Chen Zhao in this state.
Chen Zhao's body was smashed into the curved ceiling above his head.
Chen Zhao felt an unprecedented impact.
Azcamore was also stronger than Chen Zhao in the Dark Assimilation state.
Azcamore was already prepared to die.
Thus, he wasn't as proud and arrogant as before. He calmly released his final madness.
"Let's go to hell together," Azcamore said calmly.
Azcamore blasted out thousands of shadows of his fists.
This move was the same as Chen Zhao's.
It seemed that once one's strength reached a certain level, this move would be self-taught.
Malone broke out in cold sweat.
Previously, all he saw was Chen Zhao suppressing Azkamor.
But now, it was Azcamore who was suppressing Chen Zhao.
Even Chen Zhao couldn't last more than ten seconds under that kind of bombardment, right?
The rock layer above the ceiling began to shatter.
Rocks continued to fall.
Azcamore had already smashed Chen Zhao into the rock stratum and was still attacking him.
Chen Zhao could feel it too. Dark Assimilation alone was clearly not enough to fight Azcamore.
Chen Zhao was also sick of Azcamore's ultimate move.
At this moment, Malone, who was directly below, could do nothing but dodge the falling rocks with great difficulty.
He had only recovered a little of his strength, which allowed him to move.
Although Azkamor's bombardment lasted for a long time, it had only lasted for less than five seconds.
Just then, Malone felt the air turn sluggish.
Ma Long raised his head and looked at the sky. Above the falling rocks, there was a golden glow.
Then, Malone saw Azcamore being stepped on by a golden giant.
Bang —
The flat ground was completely covered in cracks.
Azcamore lay on the ground, unable to get up from Chen Zhao's foot.
"Looks like your wish didn't come true. I can't go to Hell with you." Chen Zhao was in his full state now.
The overwhelming power made Azcamore feel a deep sense of despair.
Chen Zhao in his normal state and Chen Zhao in his full state were two completely different things.
Azcamore's limbs were spread open, and he lay on the ground with his back spread out.
He didn't have any more power to continue fighting Chen Zhao.
After ten seconds, his state started to decline greatly.
"I lost." Azcamore was unprecedentedly calm.
"In that case, I'll send you to see your boss."
Actually, if a demon died, their soul would still return to Hell.
But after losing their bodies, only their souls were left. They were more miserable than humans.
After all, for most demons, there was nothing better than a demon's soul without the protection of a physical body.
Many demons were able to draw power from the souls of others.
If it was a normal human soul, it could only absorb very little power.
But if it was a demon's soul, then it could absorb a lot of power.
Moreover, Azcamore was a mid-level demon, which was quite rare.
Chen Zhao wouldn't feel like he was a friend to Azcamore.
Chen Zhao was very clear about enemies and friends.
An enemy was an enemy. Appreciating each other was just nonsense.
Chen Zhao plucked off Azcamore's head.
Malone looked at Chen Zhao's huge body in shock.
He could also enlarge himself.
For an excellent strength-type spiritualist, enlarging himself was normal.
But Chen Zhao's enlargement seemed to have caused his power to change drastically.
Just then, the rocks above fell even faster.
The battle between Chen Zhao and Azcamore had already destroyed the geological structure above.
The place was about to collapse.
Grabbing Malone, Chen Zhao suddenly flew up.
Even with Malone's body, he couldn't withstand the pressure from such high speed.
Chen Zhao carried Malone and jumped between Terry Boyle and the Spirit of Cursing.
Terry didn't know Chen Zhao. Seeing Chen Zhao grab the weak Malone, he immediately charged at Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao sent Terry Boyle flying with a slap.
The Spirit of Cursing didn't know Chen Zhao when he suddenly appeared.
But Chen Zhao clearly wasn't on Terry's side. Plus, Chen Zhao was very powerful.
So, the Spirit of Cursing was very excited.
How could he have imagined that when he and Terry Boyle were locked in a fierce battle, such a powerful person would suddenly appear.
Chen Zhao didn't have anything to say to the Spirit of Cursing. His goal this time was the Spirit of Cursing.
"Sir, I'm …"
Chen Zhao looked at the Spirit of Cursing. "Can I ask you to die?"
"What?" The Spirit of Cursing couldn't react.
But Chen Zhao didn't plan on reasoning with the Spirit of Cursing.
He used his avatar and released 7,000 stone swords at the same time.
The stone swords rushed toward the Spirit of Cursing like a flood.
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