As the spell accelerated, the light blooming from the deep-blue Magic Crystal grew ever more dazzling, as though it would swallow everything around it.
The stripped soul of Six-armed Naga Lord Modisti still struggled violently and unwillingly within the pale light's restraints.
"No! How dare you do this to me!"
Realizing that her soul was about to become a prisoner, Modisti let out a hysterical roar, fury and despair intertwining.
Yet no matter how she cursed, threatened, or struggled with all her might, Modisti's soul continued to slowly but resolutely approach the deep-blue Magic Crystal before that terrifying spell power.
"No! No! No!..."
As Modisti's roars gradually faded, her soul was ultimately drawn completely into the deep-blue Magic Crystal.
After successfully sealing the soul of this powerful Lesser Demon Lord, the once-dazzling Magic Crystal gradually dimmed until only a faint fluorescent glow flickered softly.
Moros looked at the Magic Crystal in his hand, and a satisfied curve rose at the corner of his lips.
He knew that he had claimed the final victory in this contest.
"Hmph, so what if she was a demigod? She still fell into my hands."
Muttering to himself, the necromancer turned his attention back to the smoke-filled battlefield.
On the battlefield, the fight between the Undead Legion and the remnants of the Demon Legion was nearing its end.
The High Legendary Demon Warlords had long since used every means at their disposal to flee this battlefield, which resembled a living hell.
As for the Legendary Rank Greater Demons, most had either died or escaped, leaving only a handful behind.
Among Tanar'ri Demons, loyalty had always been a derogatory term.
Demons possessing such a quality were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns throughout The Abyss.
The reason those powerful Demon Warlords and Greater Demons