Abyss Lord

"Devil... devil..."

Under Lu Yunhe's coercion, the once-feared Balrog increasingly became like an ordinary person, capable of fear, terror, and despair...

Strands of hypnotic Illusionary Power passed through its body and sank deep into its soul, constantly excavating the power hidden in the depths of the Balrog's soul.

The terrified Balrog failed to notice that the Hellfire on its body was becoming increasingly pure, even glimmering with a dark blue light. Such flames could only be seen on Balrogs with a higher bloodline.

If the Balrog could overcome these emotions and return to the Abyss, it would be able to break through to become an Upper Demon without even needing to invade another world.

Of course, the Balrog had no mood to care about any of that right now.

Its entire soul seemed to have fallen into a mire. No matter how it struggled, it would only sink deeper, until it was completely swallowed.

"No, I refuse to accept this!"

The Balrog's hopes for the future were continuously stirred from the depths of its heart. The power of its bloodline, the source of its soul, everything it possessed roared in defiance.

"Not bad, not bad!"

Watching the struggling Balrog, Lu Yunhe nodded in satisfaction. After his training, this bit of soul power was finally somewhat useful.

Lu Yunhe was very familiar with demons, and even more familiar with souls.

The hypnotic Illusionary Power had also constructed an inner world for the Balrog, guiding its soul through its mind.

Outside, the Bone Sword, which had been darting about moments ago, had long since stopped attacking and was circling the motionless Balrog.

As for the Balrog, it had completely fallen into the illusion.

A mere Mid-rank Demon could not distinguish the illusion constructed by Lu Yunhe from reality at all.

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