In the white light, Lan Wu's hands naturally drooped, floating quietly in the air as if he was asleep. There was even a faint smile on his face.

But he was in a terrible state at the moment. His whole body was soaked in blood. The garbage leather armor on his body was completely destroyed. There was no blood running down from the huge hole that had taken up almost the entire chest. Organs, including the heart, were reduced to nothingness by the blow of Durrell's onslaught.

Tyrell put one hand on Lan Wu's forehead, a gentle smile in his eyes. The almost illusory wings of light behind him swayed in the wind. With each shake, the surrounding light immediately brightened a little.

"Damn it, Tyrell, what are you doing?" Durrell felt a flustered panic for no reason, and roared loudly. It could see that this clone of Tyrell was already unleashing the power of the Light with all its might.

An archangel's doppelganger unleashes all its power to counteract the magic that pervades the entire space?

Durrell was worried. The angel's methods are too weird. Although it is one of the four demon kings of hell, it has never dared to despise the methods of these angels. Otherwise, even if the three Demon Gods were imprisoned by the World Stone and had almost all their strength, they would still be the strongest in the world. How could he be sealed by the Soul Stone that Tyrell brought from heaven?

Thinking of this, Duriel did not dare to slack off, and also burst out with all his strength, releasing the majestic magic power with all his strength, accelerating the healing of the space. As long as the space doesn't disintegrate, no matter what Tyrell has, relying on his own heyday strength is enough to deal with it.

"Thank you." Tyrrell suddenly glanced up at Durell, a faint smile on his lips.

Durrell was even more uneasy when he heard Tyrell's sudden thank you. There is a conspiracy, or a big conspiracy. How could an archangel who is determined to fight to the death with hell thank a hell demon king.

"Damn it, what the hell are you planning?" Turrell's mind was confused, staring at Tyrell in front of him. He had the heart to rush over and kill him now. Helplessly, the radius of more than twenty meters was already filled with a huge light power. This rush into it is tantamount to throwing a piece of iron into concentrated sulfuric acid.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in its mind, and it was shocked and angry: "Could it be that this damn archangel is planning to let me throw myself into the net and weaken my strength with the last power of light, so that these little insects can take the opportunity to kill me?" ”

Demons are suspicious by nature. As one of the Four Demon Kings of Hell, Duriel became more and more afraid to act rashly. Although the strength of these little insects is not on the table, if their strength is suppressed too much by the power of light, they will really die here.

It is a shame to die at the hands of angels, to die at the hands of weak human beings...... It was a great shame that even jumping into the river of flames could not wash away. When the time comes, even a demon of destruction will laugh at himself.

Become the laughing stock of the whole hell?

No, never.

Thinking of this, Duriel immediately instigated the majestic magic that filled the entire space to press towards the last bit of light. Light and darkness are opposites. When two forces collide, they cancel each other out and annihilate. Consume a little more Light Power now, and you will be able to take a little less Light Power later.

Tyrell didn't seem to know that Durrell was well prepared. He also didn't look at the majestic dark magic that was forcibly suppressing the light magic. In just a few breaths, the magic power of light shrank greatly, leaving a radius of less than ten meters.

"In the name of God, I, the archangel Tyrell, bestow upon you the blessings of the gods." Tyrrell smiled faintly. Under the right hand suddenly shined.

In an instant, Lan Wu suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes showed no hint of light, and his consciousness seemed to be still asleep. Tyrrell lowered his right hand as if looking at his own child, his face gentle and kind.

As Tyrell removed his right hand, Lan Wu's forehead suddenly had an esoteric rune on his forehead. This rune was like a key, completely activating the runes on the chest that had been reduced to lines.

Al, Ed...... The runes were like living creatures, scrambling to emerge on their chests. As if in response to the rune carved by Tyrell, one after another the runes glowed with a faint gray-white light, wandering around Lan Wu in a chaotic and orderly manner.

Once these runes wandered away, Lan Wu's whole person seemed to have turned into a pure black hole. The light magic around him, which was so strong that he couldn't see, was the first to be affected, and it quickly injected into his body like a stream of water.

The magic of light was attacked from inside and outside, and it was suddenly difficult to resist. The dark magic took the opportunity to oppress it and suppressed the light magic to a radius of only two meters.

"Hahaha......" Durell laughed proudly when he saw the scene in front of him. He was relieved. Without the magic of light, Tyrell wouldn't have been able to play any tricks.

It's self-inflicted.

Duriel thought to himself. To make an archangel suffer this kind of shame, and when he returns to hell, there is nothing to brag about. I wonder if the other three demon kings will go crazy with jealousy.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him.

As one of the Demon Kings of Hell, Duriel has mastered this trick for a long time. The majestic dark magic surged out again, and it was a momentum to devour the light magic in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, this time he miscalculated.

The light magic that stubbornly resisted the erosion of dark magic was greatly oppressed, and suddenly it was like a balloon being forcibly popped, revealing a pathway. The majestic dark magic suddenly found an outlet, and it poured in like a tide.

Tyrell ignored it, just quietly looking at Lan Wu. Dark magic had just poured into Lan Wu's body, and he was immediately affected by this humanoid black hole, rushing to inject it into his body.

"What's going on?" Durell was so shocked that his eyes almost burst out of his sockets. It clearly felt that its own magic was disappearing like a tide. And the place that eventually disappeared was the little bug floating in front of Tyrell.

Inherit the power of angels and demons at the same time?

Duriel felt like he didn't have enough brains. Not to mention human beings, even if an angel or a demon is subjected to these two diametrically opposed forces at the same time, it is tantamount to adding **** to ********.

For a moment, Durell was horrified to notice that his magic power had plummeted by half a percent. In an instant, it plummeted to half of its strength. How long will it take for all mana to plummet to zero?

"Damn, shit!" Durrell hurriedly reined in his magic. Anyway, now that the last spatial rift has healed, there is no need to use one's own magic to stabilize the space. As for what Tyrell has to do, it's none of his business. If you don't stop, you don't need Tyrell to play any more moths, it's just that this little bug can suck itself into a dry corpse.

Racing against time to snatch it, Durrell was a little relieved. In the end, only sixty percent of the mana was recovered, although forty percent of the mana was lost, but there was not much loss. It's no problem to deal with an archangel clone and a few small bugs that have lost most of their power.

"Tyrrell, you're in touch with me." Durrell shouted in anger. It's finally figured out now. It's all in Tyrell's calculations. First of all, he let himself unleash his magic with all his might, and took the opportunity to let that damn little bug devour his magic to his heart's content.

One increase and one decrease, invisibly weakening more than half of his strength.

"Angels don't have a good thing." Durrell's eyes erupted with fire, eager to swallow Tyrell alive. Angels are too hateful to be in the world.

Tyrrell smiled at him, glanced nonchalantly at Durrell and withdrew his gaze. If it's just this little bit, how can it be possible to deal with a real demon king.

At this time, Lan Wu absorbed the last bit of light power. The darkness was restored to all around. The equipment attached to the illuminated range on Ende's body below emitted a faint light, so that his eyes would not be blackened.

"Hey, I'm not dead?" Lan Wu opened his eyes and looked down at his intact and smooth chest, amazed. However, the runes swirling around his chest like satellites immediately attracted his attention.

"This ......" Lan Wu blinked his eyes, his face incredible. It's so spectacular, you have to turn back 100 percent when you go out on the street.

"I'm sorry, I don't have time." Tyrrell spoke suddenly, his tone full of regret.

Before Lan Wu could come back to his senses, Tyrell's whole body suddenly burst into dazzling light, forcing people to raise their hands to cover it. In a short moment, the white light flickered, and suddenly disappeared into the rune on Lan Wu's forehead.

In an instant, all the runes were like incandescent lamps, starting with the rune on the forehead, and one after another became brighter and brighter. Lan Wu seemed to understand something, his expression suddenly became indifferent, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The blazing runes slowly drifted away from his chest and traveled all over his body in an orderly manner. In just a few moments, dozens of runes spread all over his body, making him look like a humanoid light bulb.

At this moment, Lan Wu suddenly opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, fifteen balls of light that emitted dazzling white light, like small suns, suddenly appeared out of thin air, forming a series of balls of light swirling around his body.

"Won't it?" Lan Wu's expression was strange and he muttered to himself, looking incredulous.

The vision also attracted Durrell and Ender. Everyone was stunned as they watched the vision on Lan Wu's body. No one realized that Tyrell had vanished without a trace.

After a long time, Durrell was the first to come to his senses. The vision that appeared on Lan Wu's body was unheard of and unseen, and there had never been a record of anything like it in the history of hell. As soon as he came to his senses, he immediately searched for Tyrrell.

"Damn Tyrell!" Duriel's eyes suddenly turned blood-red. This clone of Tyrrell is completely gone. Who else can I go to now to understand the vision in front of me.

"You're all going to die!" Durrell's rage exploded, and his bloodthirsty roar echoed for a long time. Whether it's an angel or a demon, if you don't have enough intellectual curiosity, you will only be reduced to a stepping stone. Now that Tyrell can't be found, it can only vent on the little bugs in front of it.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it's meat.

"Well, you have to die." Lan Wu smiled, like a fox who had eaten a chicken, and raised his hand to the ground.

In front of everyone's eyes, a clay stone demon got up from the ground in a daze. (To be continued.) )