The four God Rank Knights took turns striking. It was very dangerous, but they still successfully managed to hold back Ventar the Unholy.

With the Summons’ combined close and long-range attacks, Ventar the Unholy’s health began to drop.

Still, Abel was not happy. With Ventar the Unholy’s regeneration speed, this battle might last a long time.

He soon turned to the dead Dark Lords on the ground and thought of an idea. He pointed at one of the dead bodies and yelled, “Poison Blast!”. It soon expanded and blasted open.

Greed engulfed Ventar the Unholy.

Although it was not the most powerful attack, a special ability of poison was that it could prevent an enemy from regenerating!

Indeed, Ventar the Unholy’s rapid regeneration quickly stopped working, and his health began dropping at a much faster rate.

There were not enough dead Dark Lords around to sustain the poison for long, but Abel quickly thought of another solution.

Those dead Dark Souls his spirit guardian knights had put away!

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After a hundred Dark Souls were used up. Ventar the Unholy dropped dead with a roar. This time the boss did not self-destruct, but Abel still Cast his Bone Wall for protection.

After all, safety was the most important thing!

Red blood gushed out from Ventar the Unholy’s body and he quickly turned into a dried-up corpse.

The blood charged into Abel’s body, but this time it gave him a burning sensation. It was not pleasant at all.

The blood of Hell creatures was bound by the Laws of the Dark World so it did not have the rotting smell of a Hell creature, but Ventar the Unholy’s blood came with a sense of evil.

But nothing was perfect. As long as it got the job done, Abel was fine with it.

Energy rushed into Abel’s Rank 34 Patterns and they were quickly filled up.

Another level-up energy display shot forth, and he sensed his body change again.

Even after experiencing it twice before, he still couldn’t get used to it.

It was lucky he was not in the central continent. If he was, he would need to take care of his territories as well, else he would be stuck at the power of a Rank 32 Wizard.

The level-up energy came fast, and went faster. In just ten seconds, three Rank 35 Wizard Patterns emerged in his soul, and he still had enough energy left over to replenish some of his Power of Law and mana.

He opened his arms and sensed the changes of his body since he could not test his Power of the Will in the Dark World.

At that moment, an Aging Curse from the Diablo shook him up. He promptly Cast ten Bone Walls with his Druid Soul in front of him before more servants of Baal were Summoned.

As the Diablo continued to laugh, Abel casted his own Aging Curse.

As the team of Minions of Destruction appeared with their leader, Lister the Tormentor, Abel’s Aging Curse landed perfectly. However, the Minions of Destruction were so huge the Aging Curse did not do much to them!

They charged towards the first Bone Wall and smashed it.

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It was at that moment that Abel learned how strong Lister the Tormentor was. If it could smash a Bone Wall in a second, his knights would also be killed in a few seconds!

“I can’t fight a close battle like this!” Abel mumbled to himself.

He quickly Flashed towards another corner of the hall and began to set up another array of Bone Walls.

Since he learned his lesson, he ordered his team to focus on a single Minion of Destruction.

But to his surprise, each one of those Minions of Destruction was as strong as Ventar the Unholy when it came to defense, health, and regeneration speed!

What is this? Ventar the Unholy was a Dark Gold boss, and they were only normal Hell creatures.

Abel stared at the Minions of Destruction. They were basically like walking dragons!

Everything related to dragons was extremely strong, and the Dark World was no exception. So it wasn’t too surprising that each of them were almost as strong as a Dark Gold Boss!

“What should I do?” Abel was out of ideas.

Not only was Abel and his team not strong enough, the difference in their Ranks were also huge.

It was literally impossible that he could even challenge the servants of Baal as a Rank 32 Wizard.

If it was not because he had so many tactics and the fact that his team worked together so well, he would not have been able to win the previous battles.

But what could he do, now that they were so strong? He could not even leave a scratch on them!

Abel kept Flashing away to increase his distance, Casting Bone Walls and Aging Curses to slow the Minions down. No matter how trivial it was, he could still attempt to do some hit and run, else he was basically just waiting to die!

“Let’s take some risks!” he hissed, and activated his World Stone after Casting two more Bone Walls.

At that moment a Minion of Destruction stepped out of formation, so he quickly Cast a Bone Prison and trapped it.

Abel divided half of his consciousness into his Druid Soul and Summoned the angel avatar. Wearing its long gray cloak, it appeared with Black Wind under it.

The Minion of Destruction smashed the Bone Prison with merely two attacks, but by that point the rest of the Minions of Destruction and Lister the Tormentor were already some distance in front of it, so Abel quickly arrived in front of it with his angel avatar.

His main body, on the other hand, was in big trouble, but he still managed to cast more Bone Walls with half his soul remaining.

His angel was more powerful than any Summons he had when it came to close combat. He just rarely used it because it could generate Faith for him, and Summoning it would limit his ability to use Priest skills, such as Curses.

Since angels leveled up in mysterious ways, Abel did not know exactly how powerful it was. All he knew was that it was getting stronger.

The angel avatar was formed out of Light energy and had four wings. Even the Demon from Beyond did not have four wings.

It was just that it was still way too young. Even with its four wings, it was like a child holding a sharp blade.

The angel had not stopped working during these past few years. Using the large number of followers in the Holy Kingdom, the angel avatar was constantly strengthening itself.

Still, Abel was worried it could not take down a single Minion of Destruction, so he had given it the gray cloak made from a holy turtle shell.

The angel body was truly one of Abel’s bodies. It was unlike his Summons. Although he didn’t know what would happen if it died, he wasn’t going to take the risk!

What if he lost half of its consciousness with the Druid Soul? Then he would be an idiot, even if he survived.

With no more Bone Walls and Aging Curses, those other Minions of Destruction charged towards Abel’s main body at immense speed!