章 827: The Evil We Bring On Ourselves Are The Hardest To Bear

Wang Yu casually flexed and interrupted Lucifer's attack as he casually struck his pole upwards and hit Lucifer's temple.

"Clang!"

After a loud noise, Lucifer got hit into vertigo. Wang Yu kept his pole and stepped forward and used a tight fist to punch straight into Lucifer's stomach, then landed his palm on Lucifer's chest. The already unstable Lucifer got pushed two steps backward by Wang Yu, then Wang Yu followed a slice by his hand onto Lucifer's body below his rib. Following which, he closed his fingers and poked into Lucifer's throat.

If it were other people, after receiving Wang Yu's set of attacks like that, they would have died. However, Lucifer had an armour hard as a turtle shell. Wang Yu's set of attacks merely made Lucifer move back a few steps. After Lucifer's armour defended him, Wang Yu's three palms and one punch only resulted in an 18,000 damage.