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Dozens of meters away, if the Evil King charged with all his might, it would take no more than a minute. However, he had to take care of the Demon Army behind him. Without his massive body to absorb the blows, the demons would surely suffer heavy casualties. The lives of these demons were not worth much, and the Evil King Azmodan wouldn't care about them. But training a million demons to be more obedient than human soldiers was no small feat. Therefore, the Evil King Azmodan had to do his best to preserve his subordinates. This was not out of mercy; it was a matter of practicality.
Ye Feihong immediately commanded a large number of plants to change their attack targets. They would no longer strike at the front lines or the city walls but focus their efforts on the Demon Army in the rear. Although the massive form of Evil King Azmodan absorbed most of the attacks like a giant moving wall, he could not shield against the Million Demon Army behind him.
Evil King Azmodan was an incredibly ugly Great Demon, towering over a hundred meters tall. He had six spider-like legs beneath him and a belly that resembled that of an enormous glutton.
However, on the Navel was a gigantic mouth, with a pair of eyes growing from its chest. The most bizarre feature was its small, frog-like head. Stretching out from its back and waist, towering above its head, were a pair of enormous demon horns, making Evil King Azmodan appear extremely terrifying.
Watcher despised such ugly creatures. He remarked, "What a disgusting being; it's just too hideous."
Ye Feihong replied, "Then let's go up and take him down."
With that, Ye Feihong soared into the air, actively confronting Evil King Azmodan. Faced with such a powerful enemy, the Metal Plants in his hands had lost their effectiveness. Even gathering those Hero Units didn’t make much difference.
Having spent so long in the Dark World, they had only managed to level up to over ninety. They were still no match for an Evil King above level one hundred and twenty. Among the Nine Demon Kings, there were varying strengths; the weakest was Sorrowful Queen, who had just reached level one hundred and twenty herself. The Evil King Azmodan before him was significantly stronger than her.
Ye Feihong estimated that he was at least level one hundred and thirty, comparable to his own level. However, Ye Feihong possessed four Tree of Life gems along with Deadly Poison and Suffering gems. He didn’t think it would be difficult to slay an Evil King of the same level.
As he charged towards Ye Feihong, Evil King Azmodan appeared somewhat stunned.
The human before him was truly perplexing. If he were backed by an angel, then he would surely be radiating with a multitude of holy blessings. This would mean that the angel had lent its power to the human, granting him an aura infused with celestial energy.
On the other hand, if he were aligned with the Sorrowful Queen or the Pain King, then Ye Feihong's appearance would exhibit demonic traits, brimming with malevolent power. Yet, this human before him displayed neither angelic nor demonic influences. He was simply a human.
How could a mere human possess such formidable strength? Even those who had once sealed Diablo had to gather powerful magical crystals and rely on the Archangel's embodiment to triumph over him.
This human, however, lacked any signs of angelic or demonic power and yet exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure that even the Evil King Azmodan could feel. The strength of this human was undoubtedly on par with his own.
Yet, the Evil King felt no fear. He had even defeated Archangels who were far more powerful than himself, relying solely on the strength of his physical form.
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