Although the Herrscher of the End dodged this attack with astonishing reflexes, she still inevitably endured part of Armageddon's power.
As a result, faint ripples appeared across the Collapse Energy Shield covering the Herrscher of the End's body.
Since this method of attack had proven highly effective in actual combat, the necromancer naturally spared no effort in attempting to replicate the tactic.
But how could the Herrscher of the End so easily make the same mistake twice?
After enduring several more rounds of Armageddon's molten lava bubbles, this Divine Apostle who wielded the authority of time finally unveiled the mystery behind the Phantom Forces through her extraordinary intelligence and insight.
From then on, she was no longer deceived by this style of attack.
Moros showed not the slightest trace of disappointment.
This was merely a small experiment in battle. If it worked, so much the better; if it did not, it was no great loss.
After all, only fifteen minutes had passed since the Herrscher of the End descended.
In a fierce clash at the Demigod Rank, such a span of time meant nothing.
Just as Moros and the Herrscher of the End gradually revealed their trump cards and placed increasingly heavy pressure upon one another, two imposing and ferocious figures shot out from the darkness near the lunar surface and lunged straight at the Herrscher of the End.
Kevin? Kosma?
Recognizing the identities of those two figures at a glance, Moros could not help but reveal a hint of delight.
He knew that although his relationship with Moth to Fire was far from harmonious, and they might even become enemies in the future, these two heroes who had already entered the realm of demigods would not hinder him now.
With the addition of these two demigod powerhouses, the pressure