Chapter 49 - Fighting Back To Kill The Demon Prince, Full Of Fighting Spirit (1/2)

Nine Immortal Lightning Dragons, two of which were in the shape of scissors, clamped onto the scythe demon’s weapon.

The remaining seven bit onto the scythe demon’s hands, feet, head, waist, and abdomen.

For a moment, the scythe demon couldn’t move.

But suddenly, his eyes widened, full of fear as he struggled with all his might.

The last Immortal Lightning Dragon actually flew into his mouth while he was roaring.

The lightning power that the Immortal Lightning Dragon had released earlier was blocked by his rock-hard skin.

But now, the immortal lightning dragon had directly drilled into his stomach and the lightning power that it released was instantly fatal.

The scythe demon spat out waves of black smoke, his voice hoarse as he cried out in pain..

It was also at this time that Sullo moved once more.

The Thunder God’s Hammer exploded with the power of its origin.

Boundless power of thunder gathered, bringing with it the power of ten thousand lightning bolts as they smashed straight onto the demon’s head.

The full power of the sovereign artifact’s attack blasted this stubborn scythe demon to death.

The scythe demon, which had been incomparably arrogant and had wanted to skin Sullo alive, collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, the battle in the logistics camp had almost reached its end.

Although the twelve-winged Holy Angels had helped, the gods in the logistics camp had launched their own series of counterattacks.

However, the sickle demon’s combat power was simply too powerful. Very quickly, it suppressed these counterattacks and the battle once more shifted to the demon’s side.

In Sullo’s divine domain, large, crystal-like eggs appeared one after another.

These were all formed after the twelve-winged Holy Angels died.

Twenty-four hours later, the brand new twelve-winged Holy Angels would walk out from these large eggs.

This was the truth behind the resurrection of the twelve-winged Holy Angels.

After all the twelve-winged Holy Angels died in battle, the remaining demon army in the logistics camp lost the restraint of their natural enemies and once again began to riot.

They began to destroy the only defensive barrier in the camp, killing the remaining logistics personnel bit by bit.

The only combatants were Sullo’s Thunder God squad.

However, they were still heavily injured by the scythe demon’s attacks and fell to the ground.

However, at this moment, tens of thousands of lightning bolts suddenly came from the dark clouds in the sky, and a despairing roar was emitted.

The battle in the logistics camp instantly came to a halt.

Regardless of whether it was the demons or the gods, they all stopped their attacks and looked up at the sky.

As scythe demons, even if they won the logistics camp, they would be stripped of their tendons and skin by their leaders when they returned and sent to the 18th level of hell due to their prince’s death.

For the gods, if Sullo won, then there was a chance to turn the situation around.

Otherwise, everyone’s death would be meaningless.

At this moment, countless pairs of eyes looked at the sky, trying to find a glimpse of hope.

At this moment, a divine light lingered and the figure emerged from the flurry of darkness.

In his hand, there was a head with two horns sticking out and a ferocious face.

“Great, the Captain has won. The Captain has won!”

The gods couldn’t help but cheer.