"You're still as simple-minded as ever! Hurry up and finish them off!" Devastation Devil Lord's furious voice suddenly rang out from one side.
Devastation Devil Lord was now a wretched sight. Purple gashes covered his body, and blue frost encased more than half of him, slowing his movements further and further. Dong Santong and Liu Xian'er kept attacking, striking at his wounds from every angle. He was gradually losing the strength to hold them off, with none of his initial arrogance remaining.
In truth, had Devastation Devil Lord not been injured at the Lin Family estate, the two of them could never have reduced him to such a sorry state. Although his injuries appeared to have healed, it was just as the Lin Family head had said: without a long period of recuperation, he could not possibly recover his strength. His divine abilities currently had only thirty or forty percent of their former power. At first, he had tried to kill the three of them with the speed of a thunderbolt, which made him seem immensely formidable. In reality, after unleashing several divine abilities, he was already an empty shell, giving the two of them an opening.
Still, the two fought intelligently. Knowing they could not kill him anytime soon, they exploited his weak divine sense with constant sneak attacks and evasive fighting. That was how they achieved such remarkable results.
"Uh..." Sting Demon General faltered at those words. Cowed by the lingering weight of Devastation Devil Lord's former authority, however, he dared not argue. You're clever? If you're so clever, why have two little brats beaten you into that state? he cursed inwardly. Then he remembered that Li Xiaoya, another little brat, had left him looking rather wretched as well. His expression darkened, and he glanced toward where Li