As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

This was the first head-to-head confrontation between Ron and Partridge, and it ended with Partridge running away.

He is obviously a world-famous sage. In this huge Twilight Continent, almost no one is Partridge's opponent. But facing Ron, who is far inferior to him, Partridge directly dropped hundreds of people. The clone acted as bait to confuse and attract Ron's attention, and he took advantage of this opportunity to escape.

Partridge was just a little too cautious.

In fact, if Partridge had persisted for a while and explored more carefully, he would have discovered that although the white worm looked very scary, the pollution it released was also difficult for him to resist.

But, in fact, this white worm is just an empty shell.

There is no soul in the body of the white worm.

Although the body of an evil god without a soul can also exert quite astonishing power, its absolute destructive power is absolutely incomparable to that of a complete body. Being able to maintain one-tenth of its normal state is considered the limit.

It is most appropriate to describe her with a fierce look and a soft heart.

What's more, in order to facilitate his control, Ron also refined Alecius' corpse into a holy relic.

Although it is indeed more convenient to use, and Ron can control it like an arm, the power of the evil god's corpse itself has declined significantly during the refining process.

If Partridge had a little more courage and investigated it carefully, he might be able to see the truth. If Partridge could really risk everything and have a good fight with Ron, even if Ron... There is help from the six-winged fallen angel Niaf, but it’s hard to say who will win in the end.

At the very least, Partridge would never be in such a mess.

Not to mention sacrificing hundreds of clones in order to escape, even the right arm in the sky that was still fighting the left arm of the last Twilight King could no longer be taken care of.

This is the truth that Partridge has always adhered to, that is...life is the most important thing.

You only have one life. If you die, there is nothing.

No matter what you have to sacrifice, as long as you can survive, it is worth it. As long as you live, there is still hope for everything.

"hold head high!"

Alecius's body let out an earth-shattering roar.

His mouthparts opened forcefully, and two figures flew out of the mouthparts, it was Ron and Niaf.

After Ron and Niaf escaped, an extremely strong attraction suddenly came from the mouth. The clones of Partridge that filled the underground palace had different strengths. The powerful clones could reach the peak of the legendary level. At the same level, the weaker clones are also at the legendary level of three or four stars, but without exception, none of the clones can break through to the level of destruction.

These clones could be considered masters when left on the Twilight Continent, but when faced with Alecius, the strength of the clones seemed extremely fragile and not worth mentioning at all.

With a breath, streams of air spurted out from the mouthparts, directly rolling up one after another of Partridge's clones and dragging them into the mouthparts. As Alecius's body squirmed, there was an immediate burst of air. From the chirping sound, there was no doubt that these clones had been completely crushed the moment they were swallowed by Alecius.

Ron didn't care about these clones. He knew that these clones would at best interfere with his vision and perception, and could not cause any real harm to him. He looked towards the top of his head.

Both arms were clenched into fists, still fighting hard.

The impact, the forceful collision of two mountains was nothing more than that.

Every collision of the fist can cause the entire underground palace to tremble. Unfortunately, this underground palace has endured too many impacts that it should not have to bear. It is already crumbling, as if it may collapse at any time.

The remnant soul in the right arm has been completely wiped out by that guy Partridge. Now the right arm is controlled by a ray of will separated from Partridge. Although Partridge's body has escaped, But this arm still didn't give up resistance. The two arms were almost evenly matched in strength.

However, this kind of equilibrium occurs when there is no interference from others.

Once a third party intervenes, the balance will be broken instantly.

"when!"

"Time is slow."

With a slight hook of Ron's fingers, the clock of the clock rang again, and the movement of the last Twilight King's right arm suddenly became slow.

Zhou Yang was obviously a sixth-year old man, so he would not miss this opportunity. He suddenly opened the five fingers of his left hand, grabbed the wrist of his right hand, and smashed it to the ground with a bang.

A huge pit was dug out of the poor underground palace.

Large swaths of smoke and dust billowed directly from the ground.

"when!"

"Time stands still."

"boom……"

boom!

boom!

It was obviously his own arm, but Zhou Yang was really ruthless this time. With Ron's help, it didn't take long for the other arm to be completely smashed to the ground, and even the right arm was hit. The ray of spiritual thought left by Trich was forcibly shattered by Zhou Yang.

On the other side, Niaf, who had just emerged from Alecius's belly, did not return to the ring.

Six wings supported Niaf's body, floating in the air, her head raised slightly, her cold eyes silently staring at the cracked stone wall above her head, her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the stone wall and peer into the distance. picture.

Niaf maintained this posture. After about thirty seconds passed, Niaf suddenly smiled.

Niaf was born extremely beautiful.

It's just that he has a quiet personality and almost never shows any expression on his face. Now that he suddenly smiled, Ron felt even more amazing.

That smile was slightly mocking.

It's like laughing at some idiot who is stupid and doesn't realize it.

After a brief pause, Niaf stretched out her left hand, and a dark long bow appeared in Niaf's palm. The bow was made of unknown materials. It was as black as ink, and the bow was shimmering with light. The dark metallic luster exudes rich evil, the bowstring is scarlet, slender and slender, and you can even vaguely smell a strong smell of blood.

When he saw this longbow, Ron even felt an inexplicable restlessness in his body, and there was even a strange sense of familiarity coming from his body.

This feeling made Ron's eyelids twitch, and his eyes swept over the bow string. The bow string had the unique aura of the dragon clan and was tanned with dragon tendons.

Being able to use dragon tendons as bowstrings, one can imagine the quality of this longbow.

The next moment, a bright light flashed on Niaf's right hand, and a dark red spear appeared out of thin air.

Niaf placed the spear directly on the bowstring and used the spear as an arrow. Immediately afterwards, Niaf's slender arm suddenly exerted force. There was a creaking sound, and the bowstring was pulled open into a full moon almost instantly.

Immediately his fingers loosened.

With a buzzing sound, the dark red spear shot out instantly like a meteor tearing through the sky.

With the blessing of the longbow and Niaf's own power, the spear has unparalleled penetrating power. Even hundreds of meters of soil and churches on the surface cannot stop the power of the spear, and it is penetrated instantly. .