Chapter 445: Just Another Battle with the Apostles
Although the remaining soul of Boreas was not breathing, it was still fluctuating violently, like a crumbling leaf in the wind, which could be blown away by the ruthless wind at any time.
He tried hard to speak, but every word seemed to take up all his strength, and it was as difficult as walking forward on a thorny road.
His lips trembled slightly, like dead branches shivering in the cold wind in late autumn.
He tried to refute the words of the Apostle of the Abyss with all his strength, but in the end he could only utter two words so weak that they were almost inaudible.
"Slander...words..." His voice was as soft as a candle about to go out in the wind, and it could disappear completely in the endless darkness at any time.
The voice was filled with endless weakness and fatigue, as if it was a helpless sigh coming from the deepest part of the soul, which made people feel deep pity and sympathy.
His breathing was rapid and disordered, his chest heaving violently, and the magic circle beneath him was like a greedy and cruel poisonous snake, tightly wrapping around his body and restraining his every movement, making it completely impossible for him to break free from the shackles of darkness.
Paimon widened his eyes in horror as he looked at the terrifying scene before him.
Her eyes were as big as bells, filled with fear and anxiety. She looked like a little rabbit that was suddenly frightened, huddled in the corner, trembling all over.
"What kind of ritual is this? It looks so painful!
Hmm... Is it similar to the "corruption" that controlled Tevarin's mind? ! "
Her voice was trembling violently, like a bird shivering in the cold wind. Her cry with a hint of despair echoed in this silent space, adding a bit of horror to the atmosphere.
Lei Ze's body was trembling slightly. He used up all his last strength to try to struggle to get up. Every movement was accompanied by piercing pain, as if countless steel needles were piercing his body.
But he still didn't give up, with an unyielding fire burning in his eyes. However, in the end, he gave up helplessly, and fell back to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
There was a shadow of despair in his eyes, and he could only speak in a halting and halting manner.
"Wolf, don't surrender. But, can't, go on." His voice was low and weak, carrying endless fatigue and powerlessness, as if it was the last cry from the depths of his soul, which made people feel heartbroken.
Seeing this, Kong stepped forward without hesitation, like a steadfast steel defense line, holding the edgeless sword and pointing it steadily at the Apostle of the Abyss.
At this moment, he was like a calm and majestic mountain, firm and fearless, emitting a reassuring and powerful aura, as if as long as he stood there, nothing could break the tranquility and security.
"I'll stop it, you take a good rest. It's just one more battle against the Apostles."
His words were concise and powerful, full of confidence and resolute courage. Every word was like a firm rock, landing on the ground with a loud sound.
After hearing what Kong said, the Apostle of the Abyss looked at Kong with contempt, like an extremely sharp dagger.
He snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain and ridicule, as if he was mocking Kong's arrogance and thinking that Kong's resistance was just like an ant trying to shake a tree, and would be futile.
"No matter how many times, your efforts are in vain..."