"Damn it, when!"
Despair welled up in the Old City Lord's eyes, as he watched helplessly as even stronger Thunderous Claws than before once again turned into a sea of thunder, submerging his body.
The thunder instantly broke through the defensive spiritual artifact he carried and the array inscribed on his magical robe.
The wild power derived from nature was even on the verge of tearing his nascent soul to shreds, leaving him no chance to escape.
However, just before the Old City Lord's nascent soul was about to be torn apart, a ghostly figure appeared high in the sky.
A withered hand reached out, surprisingly plucking the Old City Lord's nascent soul, almost destroyed, out of that sea of thunder.
Before the two Demon Kings could make any move, the figure in the black robe made an exceedingly horrifying act.
He simply stuffed the nascent soul into his mouth, swallowing it as if eating a fruit.
"Hiss... Ah..."
A hoarse sound of contentment echoed across the battlefield.
