Bab 1180: The Might Of The Demon Prince

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"ELAYNE!"

Mark panicked as he broke through the demonic pressure of Focalor, quickly beginning to transform into a larger and larger form.

"YOU BASTARD!"

As he roared at the demon prince, Focalor made an annoyed face as he swallowed and tried to digest Elayne.

"Hm? There's no soul…?"

BAAAMMM!!!

Mark's blazing fists reached the barrier of Focalor, spreading small cracks due to the tremendous force he carried within him.

The fusion of his body's stats plus his transformation, his skills, and the might of the Totem Spirits, that although few, were much stronger than the conventional spirits, managed to break through.

Even if a tiny bit!

"Annoying!"

Focalor waved his hand, suddenly beginning to shatter and destroy Mark's giant arm.

Crack, crack…!

CRASH!

"Ugh!"