Chapter 476 - Chapter 476: Chapter 450: Mutual Destruction! (1/2)

Chapter 476: Chapter 450: Mutual Destruction!

“The Mad Lich,” within the 6th Rank of the God Pantheon stairway, was undoubtedly a very powerful Power of Consecution.

At least in the hearts of Darren and others, an equal-ranked “Apostle of the Night” was no match for “The Mad Lich.”

And the “Soul Box” was the most unique Extraordinary power Darren had acquired after ascending to the 6th Rank, relying on this tremendous power he could recklessly endure attacks from various enemies.

He had already separated a part of his soul and hidden it in a chest, stored in a place unknown to anyone.

As long as the part of the soul in the “Soul Box” was not destroyed, Darren would never die even if his physical body was demolished. He would simply become increasingly weaker.

At this moment, the power of Bloodline and Power of Consecution were regenerating his body rapidly, as he jestingly controlled the dark Cloud of Death to advance, having the immense power of the “Soul Box,” there was no need to retreat even in the face of thousands of cuts.

Soon the dark Cloud of Death spread out, constantly expanding around!

The King of Vallere and Agata, seeing the Cloud of Death approaching more and more, could only quickly dodge, their positions isolated by the increasingly dense Cloud of Death.

“You might as well stop running! Die right here!”

The next moment, Darren Fischer burst into laughter, suddenly using his claws to fling large amounts of his flesh from the scattered black clouds. The King of Vallere and Agata noticed this and found it strange but still instinctively avoided the scattered flesh.

“Hahahahahahahahaha!”

Darren kept tearing at his own regenerating flesh and burst out laughing, shouting in an unrestrained tone, “You are destined not to defeat me! I am not an opponent you can defeat now!”

“What in the world is this guy freaking out about?”

The King of Vallere, watching Darren Fischer get more and more excited while insanely scattering his own flesh, was utterly baffled by this madman.

As for Agata, she remained silent, her thoughts bustling. She carefully observed the flesh; although they hadn’t caused any strange mutations yet, it was still safer not to get close.

She murmured to herself, “He keeps letting his blood and flesh occupy this special space, but what’s the purpose? Is it some kind of ritual prerequisite?”

“Don’t get close to that flesh. I have a very bad feeling!”

“Anyway, just completely reducing his life force to nothing should work. I don’t believe he is truly immortal. That’s a privilege only the Divine have.”

The next moment, Agata without hesitation took out a Forbidden rare artifact.