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"Master Devourer? What a joke!"
With a high-pitched chant, interconnecting stripes appeared on the giant sword in his hands. The stripes left the body of the sword and the edge of the sword and spread out like nerves. Then, the edge of the sword protruded out along with the stripes and turned into countless sawteeth. The friction of the sawteeth ignited furious black flames, which were aimed at Black Jack like roaring dragons. "It's just a tiny reptile. Kill it!"
The Hell Exterminators rushed close, roaring.
Black Jack's tentacles, on the other hand, were even weirder and swifter than the thorny vines in the previous dark spaces. They pierced through the eyes of dozens of Demon Hunters in the blink of an eye. Even their skulls and helmets were blown up. It was a terrible scene.
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
All the male devils were killed mercilessly.