Chapter 796: Azazel vs. Hubrion 2
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Chapter 796 Azazel vs. Hubrion 2
The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
"Lord Azazel, get up!" Iraelyn's voice cut through the chaos, expressing her unwavering moral support for their leader.
To everyone's relief, Azazel rose from the ground, his grin undeterred, even as he wiped away traces of blood. "Heh. I just let my guard down."
Ren and his group fixed Azazel with dead gazes. It was likely his overconfidence and arrogance that would ultimately lead to his demise.
"He's incredibly full of himself, even though he's this weak," Elena couldn't help but comment, her skepticism evident.
"If Hubrion doesn't kill him, I will," Lorelai added, her tone laced with a mix of annoyance and boredom.
"Don't be like that, everyone!" Avaris exclaimed between munches on the kernels. "Lord Azazel needs our support more than anything!"
"I'll believe you if you stop munching on your kernels and actually cheer for Azazel," Elena commented, raising an eyebrow.
Avaris was about to respond, but he was suddenly shocked and let out a scream when Lethargia snored loudly.
"Agh! My kernels!" Avaris cried out in distress as his popcorn flew to the ground due to the shock. He cried that his food were scattered on the floor. Meanwhile, back to the fight, Hubrion flexed his massive axe, and smiled with his pouty red lips, his face blushing as he issued a challenge. "You better fight with all you've got, Lord Azazel, or you'll die. Even if you're not at full strength, I won't show any mercy."
The battle between the two escalated, each movement blurring with supernatural speed. Azazel, now equipped with a tangible weapon manifested from his own darkness, engaged in a breathtaking dance of offense and defense with Hubrion's formidable axe.
Fists collided with the haft of the giant axe, producing shockwaves of demonic energy that reverberated through the arena. Kicks and counterattacks unfolded in a blur, leaving trails of darkness in their wake. The demonic audience strained to follow the rapid exchange, their eyes struggling to capture the intricate maneuvers of the combatants.
The ferocity of the battle reached unprecedented heights as Azazel and Hubrion engaged in a display of martial prowess that defied the limitations of the physical realm. Each clash resonated with a symphony of destruction and creation, a testament to the boundless power coursing through the demonic combatants.
The arena transformed into a maelstrom of chaotic energy, the demonic crowd witnessing a spectacle that transcended the boundaries of mortal comprehension. As the battle continued, the question of who would emerge victorious remained elusive, buried beneath layers of darkness and the resolute will of the Warlord of Pride.
"Seems like Azazel can really keep up," Evie remarked.
Desira and the others wore solemn expressions despite Azazel's prowess in combat.
"It's not as simple as that . . ." Vivi began.
Desira chimed in with a serious tone, "Azazel is giving everything he's got just to keep up with Hubrion, and the latter hasn't even unleashed his true power."
As the battle continues, it became increasingly evident that the centaur-like demon held the upper hand. The atmosphere within the demonic coliseum crackled with an intensified energy, signaling the unleashing of Hubrion's true power.
With an imposing aura enveloping him, Hubrion tapped into the depths of his demonic might, pushing his limits to achieve a level where all his stats doubled. The demonic spectators, their eyes widened in awe, could feel the surge of magical energy emanating from the colossal figure. The very air rippled with the sheer force of Hubrion's unleashed power.
Azazel, on the other hand, found himself pressed to the brink. He had already been giving his all, channeling every ounce of his strength and demonic prowess into the relentless onslaught against Hubrion.
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Chapter 796 Azazel vs. Hubrion 2
The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
"Lord Azazel, get up!" Iraelyn's voice cut through the chaos, expressing her unwavering moral support for their leader.
To everyone's relief, Azazel rose from the ground, his grin undeterred, even as he wiped away traces of blood. "Heh. I just let my guard down."
Ren and his group fixed Azazel with dead gazes. It was likely his overconfidence and arrogance that would ultimately lead to his demise.
"He's incredibly full of himself, even though he's this weak," Elena couldn't help but comment, her skepticism evident.
"If Hubrion doesn't kill him, I will," Lorelai added, her tone laced with a mix of annoyance and boredom.
"Don't be like that, everyone!" Avaris exclaimed between munches on the kernels. "Lord Azazel needs our support more than anything!"
"I'll believe you if you stop munching on your kernels and actually cheer for Azazel," Elena commented, raising an eyebrow.
Avaris was about to respond, but he was suddenly shocked and let out a scream when Lethargia snored loudly.
"Agh! My kernels!" Avaris cried out in distress as his popcorn flew to the ground due to the shock. He cried that his food were scattered on the floor. Meanwhile, back to the fight, Hubrion flexed his massive axe, and smiled with his pouty red lips, his face blushing as he issued a challenge. "You better fight with all you've got, Lord Azazel, or you'll die. Even if you're not at full strength, I won't show any mercy."
The battle between the two escalated, each movement blurring with supernatural speed. Azazel, now equipped with a tangible weapon manifested from his own darkness, engaged in a breathtaking dance of offense and defense with Hubrion's formidable axe.
Fists collided with the haft of the giant axe, producing shockwaves of demonic energy that reverberated through the arena. Kicks and counterattacks unfolded in a blur, leaving trails of darkness in their wake. The demonic audience strained to follow the rapid exchange, their eyes struggling to capture the intricate maneuvers of the combatants.
The ferocity of the battle reached unprecedented heights as Azazel and Hubrion engaged in a display of martial prowess that defied the limitations of the physical realm. Each clash resonated with a symphony of destruction and creation, a testament to the boundless power coursing through the demonic combatants.
The arena transformed into a maelstrom of chaotic energy, the demonic crowd witnessing a spectacle that transcended the boundaries of mortal comprehension. As the battle continued, the question of who would emerge victorious remained elusive, buried beneath layers of darkness and the resolute will of the Warlord of Pride.
"Seems like Azazel can really keep up," Evie remarked.
Desira and the others wore solemn expressions despite Azazel's prowess in combat.
"It's not as simple as that . . ." Vivi began.
Desira chimed in with a serious tone, "Azazel is giving everything he's got just to keep up with Hubrion, and the latter hasn't even unleashed his true power."
As the battle continues, it became increasingly evident that the centaur-like demon held the upper hand. The atmosphere within the demonic coliseum crackled with an intensified energy, signaling the unleashing of Hubrion's true power.
With an imposing aura enveloping him, Hubrion tapped into the depths of his demonic might, pushing his limits to achieve a level where all his stats doubled. The demonic spectators, their eyes widened in awe, could feel the surge of magical energy emanating from the colossal figure. The very air rippled with the sheer force of Hubrion's unleashed power.
Azazel, on the other hand, found himself pressed to the brink. He had already been giving his all, channeling every ounce of his strength and demonic prowess into the relentless onslaught against Hubrion.
Chapter 796 Azazel vs. Hubrion 2 The debut release of this chapter happened at Nvl-B1n."Lord Azazel, get up!" Iraelyn's voice cut through the chaos, expressing her unwavering moral support for their leader. To everyone's relief, Azazel rose from the ground, his grin undeterred, even as he wiped away traces of blood. "Heh. I just let my guard down." Ren and his group fixed Azazel with dead gazes. It was likely his overconfidence and arrogance that would ultimately lead to his demise. "He's incredibly full of himself, even though he's this weak," Elena couldn't help but comment, her skepticism evident. "If Hubrion doesn't kill him, I will," Lorelai added, her tone laced with a mix of annoyance and boredom. "Don't be like that, everyone!" Avaris exclaimed between munches on the kernels. "Lord Azazel needs our support more than anything!" "I'll believe you if you stop munching on your kernels and actually cheer for Azazel," Elena commented, raising an eyebrow. Avaris was about to respond, but he was suddenly shocked and let out a scream when Lethargia snored loudly. "Agh! My kernels!" Avaris cried out in distress as his popcorn flew to the ground due to the shock. He cried that his food were scattered on the floor. Meanwhile, back to the fight, Hubrion flexed his massive axe, and smiled with his pouty red lips, his face blushing as he issued a challenge. "You better fight with all you've got, Lord Azazel, or you'll die. Even if you're not at full strength, I won't show any mercy." The battle between the two escalated, each movement blurring with supernatural speed. Azazel, now equipped with a tangible weapon manifested from his own darkness, engaged in a breathtaking dance of offense and defense with Hubrion's formidable axe. Fists collided with the haft of the giant axe, producing shockwaves of demonic energy that reverberated through the arena. Kicks and counterattacks unfolded in a blur, leaving trails of darkness in their wake. The demonic audience strained to follow the rapid exchange, their eyes struggling to capture the intricate maneuvers of the combatants. The ferocity of the battle reached unprecedented heights as Azazel and Hubrion engaged in a display of martial prowess that defied the limitations of the physical realm. Each clash resonated with a symphony of destruction and creation, a testament to the boundless power coursing through the demonic combatants. The arena transformed into a maelstrom of chaotic energy, the demonic crowd witnessing a spectacle that transcended the boundaries of mortal comprehension. As the battle continued, the question of who would emerge victorious remained elusive, buried beneath layers of darkness and the resolute will of the Warlord of Pride. "Seems like Azazel can really keep up," Evie remarked. Desira and the others wore solemn expressions despite Azazel's prowess in combat. "It's not as simple as that . . ." Vivi began. Desira chimed in with a serious tone, "Azazel is giving everything he's got just to keep up with Hubrion, and the latter hasn't even unleashed his true power." As the battle continues, it became increasingly evident that the centaur-like demon held the upper hand. The atmosphere within the demonic coliseum crackled with an intensified energy, signaling the unleashing of Hubrion's true power. With an imposing aura enveloping him, Hubrion tapped into the depths of his demonic might, pushing his limits to achieve a level where all his stats doubled. The demonic spectators, their eyes widened in awe, could feel the surge of magical energy emanating from the colossal figure. The very air rippled with the sheer force of Hubrion's unleashed power. Azazel, on the other hand, found himself pressed to the brink. He had already been giving his all, channeling every ounce of his strength and demonic prowess into the relentless onslaught against Hubrion.
