Chapter 882 Final Battle (3)

Chapter 882 Final Battle (3)

Boom!

Boom!

Several explosions erupted on the outskirts of Lothur as the enemy attacks hit its defenses.

As the enemies attacked with all their might, they saw a large plume of smoke forming around Lothur and imagined they had inflicted some injuries on him.

"Run! It's time to run!" The Demon Emperor shouted as his final attack sliced through the air toward Lothur.

Their plan was simple. Attack with maximum force and then flee. If they stayed behind and Lothur survived, they would be finished!

Their only chance was to run, hide, and find ways to grow stronger while a monster like Lothur hunted them down.n./o..V.-E/)l)-B-(I--n

After so long of hard work and effort by the Demon Tribe, they had brought back to the world the Demon Emperor, a creature at the pinnacle of this world. However, just as they were putting their grand plan into action, a monster worse than their leader had appeared!

They were big, powerful, and had ambitious plans. But on this day, they realize that all their efforts have been in vain from the moment they allowed Lothur to escape alive.

Lothur not only had stronger attributes than them, but he also had far superior abilities, traits, and affinities that far surpassed those of these beings.

At first, it looked like they would try to force an even confrontation with Lothur; that's what the fluctuation in the young man's soul told them.

But from his first moves, the Demon Emperor realized it wasn't that simple!

If he had to fight Lothur alone 100 times, he would lose 99 times and only draw once. Victory was out of reach!

The Demon Emperor didn't hesitate to shout these words, ready to return to hiding if he had to.

Lothur laughed as he saw and felt the despair of his opponents, knowing that he had reached the pinnacle of this world and had surpassed all enemies he could face.

He announced. "The Reincarnation Wheel is destroyed but not inaccessible. Through the Darkness Scythe, those killed by the River of Souls can move on with the natural rhythm of life and death.

From now on, I name you the protector of the dead, my creation! You will be called Death, and from now on, you will persecute the souls who are unable to follow the natural rhythm of death.

Any beings who try to impede your purpose are to be considered enemies to be eliminated.

Begin your work here by taking action against the one responsible for the ruin of the Reincarnation Wheel!"

Lothur said this, causing something to change in that being as it turned its eyes to the black-haired man on the other side of the battlefield.

In the next instant, the black skeleton moved, disappeared from where it was, and reappeared in front of the Demon Emperor so quickly that only Lothur and the demon saw its movement.

"Tsk! Damned thief! You dare to use my power against me?" The black-haired man defended himself from the scythe attack by letting a bone blade appear in one of his hands.

Meanwhile, Lothur also moved, appearing behind the Demon Emperor's back as several strange spectres emerged from the level 26 demon's skeletons.

Lothur skillfully used his Black Flames on the creatures of darkness, overpowering some of them while bringing the spectres of the fallen ones came back to the world.

"Let's see if you can take two of your level pushing you around, Demon Emperor!" Lothur laughed, consuming his enemy's power by forcing him to defend himself against the dark flames as Death violently moved the Darkness Scythe.

"Fuck you! You will pay for this, Lothur! Do you think that wretch isn't watching all this? When the battle is over, he'll kill you!" The black-haired man shouted as he realized it would be difficult to hold out much longer.

"Think about it: if you ally yourself with me, we can reach the legendary immortal level together and leave this world together. He'll never be able to do anything against the two of us!"

"I'd rather try my luck alone!" Lothur muttered as his eyes glowed brightly before activating his first offensive power once again, causing a red laser to shoot out of his eyes and through his enemy's left chest.

The most important battle in thousands of years was decided at that moment!