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Summoning the Evil God comes at a price!
Hmm, for instance, Charles Meklen was that price.
Professor Charlotte Huang-Hai had a deep understanding of this.
Gareth, although of the Strong Segment Sanctified Order, still could not exempt himself from this cost!
At this moment, he could only muster all his strength to desperately resist the erosion of the Power of the Evil God. Should his soul be eroded by the Flame Evil God Anululu, perhaps his physical existence might remain, but in terms of his soul, it would undoubtedly be reduced to ashes.
The Black Dragon pushed with both hands, transforming the Magic Stabbing Sword given by Charles into a streak of red light, which viciously pierced through Gareth's chest.
If Gareth were in his normal state, the Old Lizardman would at best be his equal, and even if the victor were decided, it wouldn't be in a day or half a day; at least a few days and nights of fierce battle would be required.
