'Light of Sloth?'
Zhou Chen instantly perceived the nature of this strange light.
"Die!"
Satan roared in a frenzy. Its Power of Sin surged as it threw a punch with its full strength.
BANG—
A dull thud rolled through the air. Zhou Chen's body shuddered for a moment, and then cracks spiderwebbed across the molten armor covering his body before large chunks of it crumbled away.
Satan froze. 'A punch that should have been enough to utterly destroy Zhou Chen only shattered his armor?'
It suddenly dodged, evading the Sword of the End as it stabbed from a treacherous angle. Black mud struggled to churn at the wound on its severed arm, slowly regenerating the limb. Adopting a combat stance it had absorbed from another, it threw a ferocious punch.
The powerful fist came flying at him like a shell from a tank's main cannon.
