The big demon who broke his horn to survive also took the opportunity to break the chain of holy power that Pope St. George had no energy to control, and prepared to use his teleportation ability to escape.

"It's not that easy to leave." Sean grabbed the other devil's horn of the big devil and hit it on the head with a fist like a battering ram.

The golden light of the giant fist of law flashed, and with one punch, the big demon's skin and flesh were torn open, and blood like magma flowed across the field. The demon general, who had experienced hundreds of battles, could not help but let out a shrill scream.

With the second punch, the base of the devil's horn that was firmly held by Sean swayed, as if it was about to be torn off alive.

Legend has it that the power of demons lies not in their hearts, but in their horns.

The bigger the horn, the more demons there are and the more power they have.

Once it loses its devil horns, the devil will be severely weakened.

Whether this legend is true or false is irrelevant.

But one thing is certain, for the big devil, the devil's horn is not only a decoration, but also a powerful weapon that can kill and save life at critical moments.

Breaking off a corner to save one's life and being forcibly cut off by the roots are two completely different things.

The former is a unique skill that does not harm vital parts and can be grown out later.

The latter is uprooted and it is difficult to have a chance of recovery.

But being entangled by someone so close, there was no way to escape.

He could only go head-to-head with Sean. There was no room for the thick and long demon ax to be used, so he could only raise his fists and bombard Sean's law body.

Every punch of the big devil was so powerful and heavy that the energy of Sean's legal body trembled wildly, and the hero's soul emerged.

Click!

Before Sean killed the big devil, the devil's horn couldn't hold on and broke at the root.

Devil's blood, exuding a strong sulfur smell, spurted out.

Plop!

The big demon, who had lost his restraints and suffered two big losses in a row, did not dare to stay any longer. He directly activated his teleportation skills. He no longer gave Pope St. George and Sean a chance to control himself. He plunged headlong into the hot magma.

Become one and never dare to show your head again.

Sean did not continue to pursue, but casually played with the bloody devil's horn, and asked doubtfully: "Your Holiness, isn't it said that angels and great demons are evenly matched? Why is it completely different from what I feel? Just by looking at it.

This big demon is enough to challenge half of your angel army. Is this big demon too powerful? Or is your angel army just a fake?"

"Of course there is a difference between energy projection and entity." Pope St. George snorted and decisively kept silent. He almost fell into Sean's trap and almost revealed his bottom.

"Energy projection? You mean your angel legions. Since they are energy projections, do you mean they are not inferior to these big demons?" Sean still inferred a lot of things from Pope St. George's words, "If that's the case

, it makes sense. If there is no space crack, you can recruit an angel army. No wonder these angel souls make me feel so fragile, just like pieces of white paper. The feelings are here

is not their true nature.

Let me guess how these energy projections are made.

First of all, the angels need real soul fragments, which must be used as a support, and someone needs to be here to support and provide a lot of power, otherwise their energy projection will not be so easy to produce.

And the most convenient way is to use faith.

In this way, even if their energy projection is killed, their bodies will not be fatally harmed. At most, their souls will be impacted. As long as they are given a period of time, they can repair themselves and even create new energy.
Chapter completed!