Chapter 1400
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Mo Fan's wrath dispelled the clouds and revealed the sun. The Cold Prince cried out in agony as his face contorted. His third eye fired a destructive ray in Mo Fan's direction.
The Light of Ashes and Ashes was incredibly thick. It could easily cut through the ground as it approached Mo Fan, who was still casting his flames.
Mofan's figure flickered. He only left an afterimage on the spot. He reappeared in front of the Cold Prince in the next second. His long demon hair was drifting in the wind like a cape. His face, which was covered in the Demon Seal, had a wicked grin on it!
The demon bloodline was boiling as the battle went on. It was the most enjoyable state for a demon to be immersed in a battle!
The Cold Prince was not as weak as he had imagined. If that was the case, Mofan would have a chance to crush the Cold Prince's faith!
The Cold Prince was covered in strange tentacles. They grew rapidly with ghastly faces on them. They flew forward and surrounded Mofan from all directions. They were going to devour Mofan!
"Ten Thousand Feathers!"
Mofan hovered in the air. A pair of fiery wings burst into flames on his back.
The wings were over fifty meters long. They were as tall as the Great Wall. The wings turned into thousands of fiery feathers and flew at the ghastly faces. The powerful blast blasted the ghastly faces into pieces, preventing them from getting any closer to Mofan.
Whoosh!
Mofan's speed skyrocketed while he was hovering in the air. He turned into a cold ray of light and charged at the Cold Prince. He appeared at the chest of the Cold Prince's skeleton in the blink of an eye.
"Fiendish Night Shadow Strike!"
Mo Fan's figure vanished into thin air. The next second, the whole area was shrouded in thick darkness, leaving the Demon-Horned Cold Prince standing alone.
The Cold Prince seemed to have realized the danger he was in. He quickly fled for his life, covering a distance of over six hundred meters in the blink of an eye.
However, Mofan's Fiendish Night Shadow was a tracking ability. It was a lot stronger after his demon bloodline had evolved!
Thick chains of darkness appeared and set up an ancient, black execution ground. The chains and shackles trapped the Demon-Horned Cold Prince in place. He could not move at all!
Soon, twenty-four enormous demon shadows appeared around the Demon-Horned Cold Prince. Each of them was three times the size of the Cold Prince. They were like shadow giants, holding dark axes in their hands. They were modeled after the Demon-Horned Cold Prince, as if they were terrifying shadow demons that had grown out of the Cold Prince's body. They were trying to punish him with hatred!
Twenty-four black axes swung at the Demon-Horned Cold Prince at the same time. The overwhelming power of darkness surged like a storm. The Demon-Horned Cold Prince screamed in agony as twenty-four crisscrossing marks appeared on his body!
The slashes could not be healed. The Cold Prince struggled desperately, yet he could not break free from Mofan's powerful shadow restraints. The Cold Prince had no choice but to let the shadows slash at him!
The battle between Mofan and the Cold Prince was visible even from a great distance away. After all, the creatures of the Underworld in the area had been burned to ashes. Tall Sparrow, who was leading the Black Vatican's disciples, could clearly see their Red Cardinal being tortured. His face was filled with disbelief!
Tall Sparrow had witnessed the Cold Prince's Evil God Summoning. Even the authorities of the Black Vatican combined would struggle to take on the Cold Prince when he summoned the Evil God Summoning. Why was the Cold Prince unable to fight back? Weren't the cries of agony coming from his opponent?
"I'm going to cut you into pieces, and tear your soul into pieces!" the Cold Prince roared furiously.
The pain was soon washed away by the anger in his heart. The Cold Prince charged at Mofan and swung his long, twisted claws at Mofan. Three sharp crimson rays swept across the air. They were so fast that it was almost impossible to see them!
Mo Fan jumped back. The spot where he was standing just a moment ago had three shocking fissures.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The claws came at Qin Nan at a high frequency. The glow of the claws was nowhere to be seen, only flickers of crimson light. The only thing that proved how terrifying the claws were were were the cracks on the ground that had been torn beyond recognition. The cracks were terrifyingly deep.
Mofan kept dodging the claws, but the Cold Prince seemed to be immersed in the frenzy of the claws. He kept laughing sinisterly, like a monster that had lost its human nature.
After dodging for a while, Mofan suddenly came to a stop. His dark, blood-red eyes seemed to have found a pattern among the claws. He stomped the ground heavily and turned into a brilliant, black lightning bolt. He weaved through the claws at an unbelievable speed and angle!
The Cold Prince's three eyes widened. He never thought Qin Nan would be able to weave through the claws like that. He was even more shocked by the power of the lightning bolt!
The lightning bolt was like an electric dragon, penetrating the wounds on the Cold Prince's body. The lightning bolts covering the thick clouds above immediately poured down in a destructive manner!
A storm of lightning bolts struck the area continuously. Not only was the Cold Prince's chest penetrated by the lightning dragon that Mofan had turned into, he was also struck by the Lightning God's Punishment that Mofan had been accumulating for a long time!
The lightning bolts struck down crazily, and the number of lightning bolts was terrifying. They were in the shape of chains, sheets, claws, and bundles. Different types of lightning bolts bombarded down in groups. Countless Netherworld Realm soldiers were affected by the lightning bolts, and they were truly annihilated.
How many creatures could withstand this kind of tempering?
The Greek God of Death, Hayla, might be able to fight Mofan to a standstill. The Sphinx, who was watching from afar, might be able to hold his own against Mofan, but the Cold Prince possessed by the power of evil faith was nowhere close to that level!
It was true that the Cold Prince was granted incredible power after he possessed the Cold Prince, but a lie was still a lie. There was no such thing as evil faith. It was nothing more than the power of the Curse that was gathered from the fear and hatred of the people of the world. It was not strong enough to be called a god. At least, Demon Mofan would be able to punish it perfectly!
The Cold Prince's flesh was torn to pieces by Mofan's lightning. It was a bloody mess.
One side was covered in wounds, while the other side was perfectly unharmed. It was obvious who had the upper hand. The members of the Black Vatican saw it too. How could they not be suspicious?
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