The lieutenant colonel wielding the flaming sword was already quite close due to his melee fighting style, and he had already been doused with a lot of liquid holy light during his previous battle with the demonic shadow.
Moreover, it is the original life energy liquid that has no longer been weakened by the black mist.
However, because he had been fighting for a long time and had suffered serious injuries, there were no abnormalities at first.
However, as his injuries began to gradually heal under the nourishment of the Holy Light Liquid, his life force gradually accumulated within him.
He was so full he could barely move; his muscles were bulging and his eyes were bloodshot.
Although his injuries had healed under the healing of the Holy Light Rain, he felt extremely aggrieved. So he brandished two flaming swords and charged forward, wildly slashing at the demonic shadow, venting his inner turmoil.
Because of the unbearable surge of life force within him, he even considered taking the demon's energy attack with his own face, but his remaining rationality stopped him from acting impulsively.
But it was precisely because of this lieutenant colonel's caution that he lost his last chance to avoid being killed.
The lieutenant colonel was still puzzled, and even suspected that the demon in front of him had secretly used some unknown means to affect his mind, so he had been silently restraining himself.
But at that moment, due to Wang Zheng's mistake, a large wave of liquid holy light crashed down on him.
The lieutenant colonel, of course, paid no attention to the support from friendly forces and was immediately drenched.
The close-combat lieutenant colonel, whose life force had been replenished by too many holy light raindrops, suddenly staggered in mid-air. Unable to maintain his balance, he fell headfirst from mid-air as if he were drunk.
Seeing his comrade fall for no apparent reason, the other lieutenant colonel, who was using a bow at long range, was also taken aback. He then immediately created some distance and became cautiously on guard.
However, his retreat gave the demonic shadowy figure enough breathing space...
By this point in the battle, the Demon King's essence had been almost completely depleted, and the demon god formed from his essence wouldn't last much longer.
Although this shadowy figure can be roughly considered to be a mixture of the various residual consciousnesses of the Heavenly Demon King, the Heavenly Demon General, and Sun Hu, a resident of Blue Star, it is composed of three different consciousnesses.
But at this moment, all these fragmented yet intertwined consciousnesses had only one thought in their minds!
That is, he could no longer tolerate the little bug that had been harassing him from the sky. Even if he let all the awakened beings in front of him go today, that guy who throws out white light must die.
The three different consciousnesses were surprisingly unified at this moment.
After seeing the fire-breathing insect that had been blocking its way fall down, the demonic phantom did not take the opportunity to finish it off.
Instead, after letting out an angry roar, it unleashed a dark energy wave towards the sky.
Then, at an even faster speed than before, it instantly soared into the clouds.
Wang Zheng, who had already realized he had caused trouble, naturally ran away the moment he sensed that things were going badly.
Anyway, his holy light vortex had already dissipated because the spiritual energy couldn't keep up.
Only the airflow, still under the influence of enormous centrifugal force, continues to rotate.
Looking at the clouds that were instantly torn apart in the distance, the space that was constantly shaking from the explosion of the demonic energy ball, and the demonic shadow that was gradually losing its color, Wang Zheng curled his lips in disdain.
"A fool is a fool. Do you think I'd stay in one place and let you blast him?"
But the more foolish you are, the better. It would be best if you did a few more rounds, until you used up all your energy...
Looking at the other shadowy figure, he had finally found an opportunity, but after soaring into the sky, he saw nothing but a circular hole blasted into the azure sky beside him, and he was furious.
After realizing that its attack had been futile and failing to find any trace of Wang Zheng, who had already hidden himself, the demonic figure went completely mad.
As if he had heard Wang Zheng's complaint, he began to frantically spit out countless shadow orbs of varying sizes from his large mouth, bombarding the clouds in mid-air.
He didn't even care that his body was becoming increasingly dim due to the frantic energy consumption.
That annoying aura kept swirling around him, and he had reached his limit. Even if he was completely exhausted and died, he would take that hateful, despicable, lowly little bug that only knew how to sneak up and harass others with him.
If we were to ask who the demonic figure hates the most and wants to kill the most among everyone present, it would undoubtedly be Wang Zheng.
If Wang Zheng knew that he held such an important place in the heart of this demon god's phantom, he would definitely be flattered and would have run away in time.
Unfortunately, our young master Wang doesn't have the ability to see through people... uh... see through the thoughts of the Heavenly Demon.
He stared dumbfounded at the crazed demonic figure in the distance, secretly delighted, thinking to himself that he was truly amazing, that whatever he said came true.
He planned to take another long detour, waiting for the demonic figure to tire itself out before launching a sneak attack...
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