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Before her stood two formidable fighters, a sight that left her utterly astonished. The clash of their powers, a fierce exchange of fists, was more intense than she could have imagined. This contest concluded swiftly, lasting no more than a few seconds, yet within that brief span, they had exchanged tens of thousands of blows.
The speed of their attacks was astonishing; each punch was delivered in less than a second. To anyone slightly weaker, the battle was nearly invisible. All they could perceive were mere flashes of light.
The Pain King was enveloped in a layer of molten lava. Its claws, reminiscent of a scythe, were capable of shattering Ye Feihong's Lava Fist, but it proved futile. Even with its fists broken apart, they remained searing hot and continued to advance without slowing down. The shattered fists struck the Pain King's body with force.
In just a few short seconds, the Pain King had already endured countless punches from Ye Feihong. Its entire being was being scorched by the lava, and the overwhelming suffering only fueled its fighting spirit further. The reason it paused was that it believed victory was already assured. It foolishly thought it could burn him to death with lava; little did it know, he was far from easy prey.
With each of the tens of thousands of attacks just now, I transmitted the power of Suffering into your body. It has now erupted. Can you feel this despairing Suffering?
Ahahaha, heh heh.
The Pain King laughed arrogantly.
Even Diablo would not dare to engage without using magic.
In close combat, the Pain King could easily infiltrate the enemy with the power he had accumulated within himself. Moreover, the operations of Painful King City were incredibly precise. Each attack had a different timing for the eruption of Suffering. All eruptions of Suffering would strike at this very moment.
Tens of thousands of Suffering attacks erupted at this point. No one could withstand the Pain King's assault.
In the distance, Ye Feihong smirked disdainfully.
Is this all the power of Suffering? Is this the extent of your attack? It seems there’s no need to continue this fight. You are too weak.
The Pain King was astonished to discover that his ultimate move, the power of Suffering, had not affected Ye Feihong in the slightest.
Both sides were roughly equal in level, but the Pain King's abilities were completely under Ye Feihong's control.
With four Life Trees, Ye Feihong possessed four distinct abilities. Among them, the Dark Night Life Tree's power perfectly countered the Pain King. Every Pain King he had inflicted upon Ye Feihong was rendered ineffective.
The attacks generated by the Dark Night Life Tree's Ming Quan Shui had all been resolved. It seemed that after tens of thousands of strikes, a powerful explosion was about to occur. This exquisite ambush technique had already been repaired by Ming Quan Shui the first time Pain King entered Ye Feihong's body. His countless attacks had failed to inflict even the slightest harm on Ye Feihong. Instead, Pain King found himself on the receiving end, battered by thousands of punches, leaving his body nearly devoid of intact skin.
His flesh was continuously eroded by the flowing lava. In this brief exchange, Pain King was completely at a disadvantage. For the first time, he felt the threat of death looming over him. Neither the Archangel nor Diablo could kill Pain King; at most, they could seal him away. But now, he sensed that he might truly face death. This time it was complete annihilation, not merely a sealing that would allow him to resurrect after a few years or even thousands of years.
This long-forgotten sense of crisis was something Pain King had not experienced for hundreds of thousands of years.
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