Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 332: BATTLING ENVY CLAN VII

With Azazel trapped within the dome, Greg went on an attacking spree, unleashing everything he had without restraint or hesitation.

He knew after all that he had limited time, the Defense Nullifier’s six-hour window was ticking down relentlessly, and he intended to make every second count before the Demon Lord could adapt or the effect wore off.

Opening his mouth wide, Greg released a roaring torrent of Abyssal flames that engulfed Azazel whole.

The black fire twisted and writhed like living shadows, superheated and hungry, scorching the air with an acrid, sulfurous stench as it washed over the trapped Demon Lord in endless waves.

He didn’t stop there.

Greg followed immediately with Abyssal waters, a surging cascade of inky, corrosive liquid that crashed against Azazel like a tidal wave, hissing and bubbling on contact with the flames and demonic energy.

Then he layered on his darkness abilities, summoning writhing tendrils of pure void that lashed out from every direction, coiling around Azazel’s limbs and squeezing with crushing force while piercing spikes of solidified shadow erupted from the ground beneath him.

Greg attacked like a crazed heir battling a lifetime enemy, ferocious, unrelenting, and utterly merciless.

Every swing of Heaven Defier, every burst of elemental power, every claw strike from his partial dragon form carried the full weight of his fury and determination.

His golden eyes burned with focused intensity, sweat glistening on his scaled skin as he poured everything into breaking through.

Azazel couldn’t dodge.

He couldn’t block.

The Defense Nullifier rendered every attempt futile, his barriers shattered, his counters failed, his dodges simply weren’t fast enough.

The only thing he could do was tank the attacks, enduring the relentless barrage while desperately waiting for an opportunity that would come, any opening, any mistake, any lapse in Greg’s onslaught.

Pain etched deeper lines into Azazel’s face with every hit, dark blood spraying from fresh wounds, but his eyes remained sharp, calculating, refusing to yield even as his body took punishment that would have felled lesser beings.

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Lilith, her finger bitten until blood welled up in a crimson bead, activated her summoning circle with a sharp gesture.

The intricate runes flared to life on the ground, glowing with hellish red light before a rift tore open.

From the circle, Cerberus, the legendary guardian of hell, emerged first, its three massive heads snarling in unison.

Petrifier followed immediately behind.

Cerberus opened all three maws wide and released torrents of hellfire that devoured demons brutally into nothing.

The flames weren’t ordinary fire, they burned with infernal hunger, reducing flesh, armor, and bone to ash in seconds, leaving only faint wisps of smoke and the scent of charred sulfur hanging in the air.

And then, with its extremely sharp claws, each one longer than a man’s arm and gleaming like blackened steel, Cerberus sliced through demons like tofu.

Limbs flew, torsos split cleanly in half, and screams cut short as the guardian of hell granted every demon a painful, merciless ending.

Its heads snapped and tore, coordinating with terrifying precision.

Petrifier wasn’t idle either.

Any demon unfortunate enough to stare directly into its eyes froze mid-motion.

Flesh hardened to gray stone in an instant, expressions locked in eternal terror as they turned into lifeless sculptures.

One by one, warriors became statues, crumbling only when stray attacks shattered them later.

In the end, several demon generals appeared, their faces twisted with anger and frustration at the countless deaths of their clan members.

They stepped forward from the rear lines, finally fed up with watching their forces get slaughtered.

"That is as far as you guys go," one of the demon generals informed coldly, anger blazing in his crimson eyes.

The generals present were some of the cowards who had refrained from directly clashing with Greg and Annabelle earlier, escaping when they had the chance during the initial chaos.

But now, seeing Greg’s companions tearing through the ranks, they believed all hope was not lost.

Despite Greg’s overwhelming strength looming over the battlefield, they remained confident in their Demon Lord’s eventual victory.

So all they planned to do was take care of the annoying pests that were Greg’s allies and save Azazel the stress of dealing with them himself.

"I was beginning to wonder when we would be promoted from dealing with just mobs," Aaron smiled, holding his sword calmly in a relaxed grip.

"Sin of Envy!" All the demon generals awakened their desires in unison, voices overlapping in a dark chorus.

One by one, they copied an ability or talent from Cain and the company, mirroring powers with eerie accuracy.

The demon generals moved immediately, two generals to one enemy in coordinated pairs.

The Copy Cats were left to feed off the remaining mobs, swarming alongside Greg’s believers in a chaotic tide of claws and teeth.

Cain was attacked by two generals who had copied Brian and Chris respectively.

One of the generals had copied Brian’s skill, Annihilation, the air around his blade humming with destructive power.

The other had copied Chris’s talent, Teleportation, vanishing and reappearing in flashes.

The general who had copied Chris’s talent, Zara, teleported behind Cain in an instant, prepared to drive a fatal stab into his back.

Cain didn’t make a single move, standing perfectly still.

The instant Zara materialized behind him, an undead had already reacted, lunging forward with a jagged blade aimed at Zara’s chest.

Zara, caught off guard, had no choice but to teleport away again in a panicked flash.

But even his teleportation was a failure.

An undead had attached itself to him mid-teleport, clinging tightly to his back with skeletal arms locked around his torso.

Zara reappeared a short distance from Cain, only to discover the undead still gripping him like a parasite.

"What?" Zara asked, caught completely by surprise, eyes widening.

"Corpse Explosion," Cain muttered indifferently, staring at Zara with cold detachment.

"Wait—"

Boom!

Before Zara could finish the word, the corpse exploded in a deafening blast of bone shards, dark energy, and concussive force.

The detonation ripped through Zara, tearing away a huge chunk of his HP in an instant.

He staggered backward, armor cracked and flesh scorched.

Kaup, the second demon general, made his move next. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

He flew into the air with powerful wingbeats, pouring all his weight into his arms as he descended toward Aaron like a meteor.

With a sword grasped tightly in both hands, he roared, "Greg Empire Technique. Annihilation!"

The blade swung downward with devastating force, aimed to cleave Aaron in half.

Undeads quickly moved in response, forming shields of several layers above Cain, skeletal warriors stacking themselves sacrificially, bones interlocking into a dense barrier.

The strike landed with thunderous impact, shattering the first few layers in a spray of bone fragments, but the rest held just long enough.

While still in the air, Cain threw several more undeads toward the demon general above him.

Kaup, seeing the incoming corpses, tried to fly away in a sharp bank.

But it was too late.

The next thing he heard was the telltale whisper of "Corpse Explosion," followed by a deafening boom that rocked the air.

The blast engulfed him mid-flight, tearing through armor and flesh in a violent eruption of dark power.