"Hey, Kid. Go to hell!"
Just as Darryl felt dismayed, Moloch howled while holding onto his black scepter tightly. He went straight toward Darryl like a phantom.
Driven by the devilish aura in him, Moloch's speed was almost twice as fast as before that.
In the blink of an eye, Moloch was right in front of Darryl.
What an astonishing speed!
Darryl was taken aback; he had no time to dodge, so he frantically placed the Heavenly Halberd in front of him.
Boom!
When the black scepter and Heavenly Halberd violently collided, Darryl felt a gush of powerful force. He was jolted by the impact and thrown more than ten meters backward.
F*ck!
Darryl quickly regained his footings while his eyes were still locked on Moloch. He was furious.
After Moloch discharged the devilish power in him, his strength had since doubled.
Fortunately, Darryl had the internal energy to protect his body. Otherwise, he would be seriously injured, if not dead.
Moloch laughed.
He was extremely proud; he glared contemptuously at Darryl. "You want to kill me with that strength? I am not Moloch if I don't pulverize you today."
Moloch's eyes seemed mad when he threatened Darryl.
Moloch was confident that the live-in son-in-law in front of him, who had just killed Lancelot and his dozen of elite killers, was very powerful. However, he was still not his match.
"Really?"
Darryl chuckled at Moloch's arrogance and said, "You are very powerful, but you haven't seen my real potential yet!"
Buzz!
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