"Are you not afraid?"
Above the Abyss Throne, the Demon Lord was somewhat surprised.
That punch had not truly struck Herodotus, but a direct hit was unnecessary. The bubbles generated before the fist already possessed terrifying destructive power.
The armored fist of a Mantis Shrimp could not possibly smash a ship's steel propeller.
Flesh and blood were hard-pressed to shake steel.
But the bubbles left by its fist possessed even more terrifying destructive power. They could blast hole after hole in a steel propeller and destroy the ship.
This was using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds.
The evolution of life was always ingenious beyond human craft.
"I will not fear you. Only if you endure eternally in this world can you make people fear you."
The next instant, Herodotus rose to his feet.
The flesh covering his body rapidly repaired itself. Daring no longer to approach the throne, he called out from afar:
"If your legs can leave the throne and your entire body can move, then you will be a disaster symbolizing death."
When all was said and done.
Coming here at any cost had been worth it.
This ancient Abyss Demon King had only recovered the strength of one fist.
His entire body was still boiling and reconstructing, leaving him unable to move.
If he were given more time, allowing the whole man to stand and leave the throne, then the entire Elf World might soon face an apocalyptic scene.
Herodotus had arrived at precisely the right time.
"You cannot move and can only use one hand. How can you hunt me down?"
The old man's spine was straight, his voice ringing with strength. Even before such a terrifying existence, he remained astonishingly bold and utterly fearless:
"You descended temporarily, but in the end, you must