As the hatred of the past revived into fury within his heart, Ding Moluo's pitch-black palms clenched into fists, producing a piercing sound of bones and muscles grinding against each other.
Crack crack crack!
Under the ceaseless infusion and effects of the Abyss's regenerative power, Ding Moluo's battered body and mind—which had previously struggled even to remain standing—had not only recovered completely, but improved to a full three hundred percent of his normal condition!
At this very moment, Block Clown was mentally exhilarated and overflowing with strength, as though he had reached an unprecedented pinnacle!
Ding Moluo twisted his neck, savoring the power wildly surging through every limb and bone of his body, before he could not help but marvel inwardly:
Incredible! Incredible! The power of the Abyss really is absurdly strong!
Without a doubt, I am now in the strongest state of my entire life!
Forget activating "Spirit Realm" once—even activating "Life-Seizing Nether Hand" five times in a row would be no trouble at all!
This is fully worthy of being called half the level of a sixth-layer Nightmare realm!
With this, even if the Church sends another Prime Knight to reinforce them, I can at least make him suffer before I die!
As for the remaining small fry... killing them will be like chopping melons and slicing vegetables. It won't matter how many come!
Hahahahaha!
Ding Moluo reveled inwardly, his half-red, half-black eyes fixed on the distant city, before unilaterally declaring his manifesto of slaughter.
"Good! Since all the preparations behind the curtain are complete, then it is time for the official performance!"
"Land of Holy Light, its people, and its ignorant servants..."
"Today, I, Ding Moluo, shall reclaim from you every last bit of the humiliation and sin accumulated during my time as Miusaliqi."
"Prepare yourselves..."
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