Chapter 801- Capturing the Three Marshals (1/2)
A copious amount of blood and flesh fragments suddenly appeared in the area. Fallen angels, who lost the support of most of their dark force, are extremely vulnerable against Yang Feng’s mechanical legion.
Brandis.h.i.+ng their blades, the countless Type II Undyings separated, surrounded, and cut apart the fallen angels, opening a b.l.o.o.d.y path for Yang Feng.
Seeing his elite fallen angel legion being reaped like wheat, apprehension s.h.i.+mmered in Poydul’s eyes, his complexion changed drastically, and he shouted: “Odu, Banega, Harrow, Gallimard, come help me. Let’s kill this Undying Mountain’s Lei Ming together. Otherwise, we will all die at his hands.”
The other four abyssal grand dukes just glanced at Poydul, and then paid him no more attention. They are fighting Yang Feng’s mechanical legion together.
“A group of short-sighted fools! Let’s go!”
Poydul looked at the fearsome mechanical legion, then fixed his gaze on Yang Feng, shouted, and rushed towards Yang Feng.
The figures of Poydul and his three marshals, Agnipe, Knarissa, and Besskya, shook slightly, and they shot towards Yang Feng along with afterimages.
Even though the three fallen angel marshals are unable to use most of their dark force, but the physical power alone is far above that of ordinary Infinity Warlocks.
Black sword rays shone, and the Type II Undyings blocking in front of Poydul were chopped into pieces by the three marshals, and then blown aside by a violent wind.
The Type II Undyings, who have been chopped into pieces, and whose smart chips weren’t destroyed, quickly formed anew.
Nevertheless, thanks to their frantic attacks, the three beautiful and s.e.xy fallen angel marshals cut open a road leading to Yang Feng.
“Lei Ming, die!”
When Poydul was still 100 meters away from Yang Feng, his eyes flashed coldly, and he used a strange secret method to suddenly double his speed. At the terrifying speed of Mach 30, his right hand, along with by an afterimage, shot towards Yang Feng’s heart.
“Idiot!”
Yang Feng operated the Primal Chaos Imperishable Body, and specks of light appeared around him, archaic primal chaos breath diffused from him, and he tore open the void with his hand. Gaining the initiative despite striking last, he stabbed Poydul in the chest and scooped out his heart.
His by Poydul’s fist, Yang Feng was blasted hundreds of meters away, and belched a big mouthful of blood.
“Return my heart, return me my heart!”
Bleeding from his facial orifices, Poydul’s face distorted, and he issued a heart-piercing roar. His breath of life is weakening rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Most of the power of abyssal fiends lies in their heart. Once the heart is dug out, then even abyssal grand dukes will weaken rapidly and even die.
If it was in the outside world, Poydul could use abyssal force to form a replacement heart and barely survive. Then, once he returned to the 666th floor of the Abyss, he could use the resources in his treasure-trove to quickly recover.
But in this magic ban world, losing his heart is a death sentence to Poydul. After all, the heart is the source of his power.
“Give back my lord’s heart!”
Agnipe’s figure fluttered, and she appeared in front of Yang Feng and, with a sword strike as fast as a meteor, slashed at him with great force.
Knarissa appeared behind Yang Feng like a ghost and stabbed with her sword at Yang Feng’s back.
Besskya bent her body alike a cat, and then swung her sword at Yang Feng’s legs.
The combat experience of these three marshals subordinated to Poydul is very rich and their teamwork is seamless, sealing off Yang Feng’s s.p.a.ce of evasion completely.
At the time, in the Cangzhi Plane, it was chiefly the three marshals, who used the lives of countless fallen angels and even several Infinity Warlock rank fallen angels, to kill a Warlock Monarch.
The coordination of the three marshals is extremely formidable.
“What a pity. If it was outside, I wouldn’t be your opponent. But in here, you guys are too weak! Become my captives!”
Without evading, Yang Feng took a step forward, extended a hand, and, like a savage beast, grabbed Agnipe’s Fallen Angel Sword and crushed it. Next, he grabbed Agnipe and pressed her mercilessly against the ground.
Boom!
Agnipe’s internal organs ruptured, and she belched a mouthful of blood, seriously injured.
Ding! Ding!
The moment the swords of Knarissa and Besskya stabbed Yang Feng, they issued two ringing sounds, leaving two small sword wounds behind.
Yang Feng stomped on Agnipe’s abdomen with the weight of a mountain and prompted her to belch another mouthful of blood. Despite struggling wildly, Agnipe cannot get away from him.