The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 388 - 388 387 Eighth-Order Angel Potion

388: Chapter 387 Eighth-Order Angel Potion 388: Chapter 387 Eighth-Order Angel Potion “What?

Frost Desolation has vomited blood?”

“What’s happening?

He was clearly dominating the fight, right?”

This sudden turn of events left the Fallen Angels bewildered.

During the recent battle, Frost Desolation held an overwhelming advantage, his ten-meter sword aura seemed unstoppable, and with each collision, Wang Dadong would be sent flying dozens of meters away.

Just as victory seemed assured, Frost Desolation suddenly coughed up blood.

What exactly was happening?

Everyone was puzzled and couldn’t understand why.

In fact, the reason was quite simple, Frost Desolation wasn’t a Saint, he was only a Semi-Saint, relying on the ancient weapon to burst forth with Slaughtering Sage strength.

But after all, he was not a Saint and did not have a Sacred Body.

With so many fierce collisions, it was natural that his body couldn’t withstand it.

Moreover, Frost Desolation basically did not dissipate any of the recoil from each attack, while Wang Dadong activated his Dominant Body, entering a temporary Saint Realm state.

It appeared as though he was sent flying, but in reality, he wasn’t injured in the collisions.

“Lord Frost Desolation, we will come to your aid!”

Seeing Frost Desolation spitting blood, the Fallen Angels wanted to come forward and help him.

“None of you are allowed to come here, I will slaughter him myself!” Frost Desolation raised his Tyrant Blade, and despite his internal injury, his fighting spirit remained undiminished.

His determination to kill Wang Dadong was unshakable.

At that moment, Frost Desolation’s golden hair was wildly disheveled, his eyes sparkled like lightning, and his pitch-black four wings spread out, resembling countless sharp war blades, while in his hands the Tyrant Blade’s brilliance was completely retracted.

“Kill!”

Frost Desolation charged at Wang Dadong once again.

This time, it was a close-quarters fight.

This was the most powerful form of a Fallen Angel.

The sword in his hand and the four wings on his back both became weapons, continuously launching relentless attacks at Wang Dadong.

Clang clang clang.

The sound of metal clashing merged into one continuous noise, and sparks flew dazzlingly.

Where the two clashed, only a blur of sword shadows could be seen.

Although the battle was not as grand in scale as before, it was filled with even more killing intent.

As the weapon in Frost Desolation’s hands was an ancient weapon, even though Wang Dadong had activated his Dominant Body, he didn’t dare to take the hits head-on.

In just a few short minutes, the two ancient weapons collided no less than a thousand times.

Pfft!

The sharp wings left a wound on Wang Dadong’s chest, and blood gushed out profusely.

Apart from the ancient weapon in his hand, Frost Desolation’s wings were also terrifyingly dangerous, able to wound Wang Dadong even in his Dominant Body state.

“I will chop you to pieces!” Frost Desolation had gone mad, his Strange Sword in combination with his wings, acting like a meat grinder.

Wang Dadong found himself at a disadvantage once again.

“Death Knell, aren’t you known as a Slaughtering Saint?

Come then, display your most powerful martial technique,” Frost Desolation taunted, almost crazed.

As previously mentioned, Slaughtering Saints isn’t a realm, but rather an honorific for those strong enough to have killed a Saint.

Though Frost Desolation had the strength to slaughter a Saint, he had never actually killed a true Saint, so, for now, he couldn’t be called a Slaughtering Saint.

However, if he could kill Wang Dadong, then he would truly be a bona fide Slaughtering Saint.

After all, Wang Dadong was a Slaughtering Saint himself.

Wang Dadong’s gaze grew heavy; continuing the fight this way, he estimated that his chances of defeat were quite high.

The biotechnology of Underworld River’s creatures was indeed incredibly powerful, those sharp wings were like giving Frost Desolation four more arms.

With one attack from him, the opponent could strike him five times.

“If that’s the case, then as you wish,” Wang Dadong, retreating several meters backward with the help of a strike from Frost Desolation.

To defeat Frost Desolation, the only option was to use Doomsday Bell.

Although he had never tested the power of Doomsday Bell, Frost Desolation was well aware of the ultimate skill’s notoriety, a martial technique powerful enough to Slay Saints!

Therefore, with no hesitation, six potions appeared in the hands of Frost Desolation.

“Strength Enhancement Potion!”

“Defense Enhancement Potion!”

“Speed Enhancement Potion!”

“Recovery Potion!”

“Frenzy Potion!”

“Eighth Order Angel Potion!”

As an Underworld River Fallen Angel who relied on potions to boost strength, it was only natural to carry several potions.

The reason Frost Desolation dared to clash head-on with Wang Dadong was precisely because of these potions.

The first five potions were relatively common, but the last one was extremely rare to come by.

“Eighth Order Angel Potion!”

Seeing the angel-shaped bottle appearing in Frost Desolation’s hand, all the Fallen Angels couldn’t help but swallow their saliva involuntarily.

Angel Potion was the key reason Underworld River could stand among the top-tier assassin organizations.

From low to advanced level, they were divided into ten orders.

Consuming an Angel Potion could instantly create a master.

Those who took a Fifth Order Angel Potion could become one of the top hundred Angel Slayers in Underworld River.

The Seventh Order would make one a Fallen Demon King!

Hence, Underworld River never lacked masters.

Of course, despite Angel Potion’s overbearing effects, not everyone could withstand them.

The stronger the Angel Potion, the higher the requirements for the consumer, and the number available was extremely scarce.

Otherwise, if Underworld River could mass-produce Fallen Demon Kings, the whole world would belong to Underworld River.

The Seventh Order was a Fallen Demon King, but what about the Eighth Order?

Although it was not the potion of legend capable of turning someone into a six-winged ultimate Angel, it would undoubtedly give Frost Desolation’s strength a significant boost.

Had they not feared Frost Desolation’s terrifying strength, it’s likely the Fallen Angels present would have already started fighting over it.

“Even though taking the Eighth Order Angel Potion gives me only a fifty percent chance of survival, if successful, I will immediately become a Saint!

Death Knell, today, there must be an end between us!” Frost Desolation, after consuming five potions in a row, was preparing for a final gamble.

To fail meant death, but without taking the Eighth Order Potion, there was no way to withstand Doomsday Bell, so death was certain either way; better to go all out!

Hearing Frost Desolation’s words, all the Fallen Angels looked at each other in shock.

An Eighth Order Angel Potion that even the Fallen Demon King had only a fifty percent chance of surviving.

If they were to consume it, they would probably be doomed without a doubt.

To possess the strength to Slay Saints before even Becoming a Saint was formidable enough, but becoming a Saint would be unimaginably terrifying.

Just like Wang Dadong, once he became a Saint, he would immediately be an Invincible Sage, with no equal, barring those at the Hermit-level.

If Frost Desolation became a Saint, then that would be a huge problem.

Unfortunately, triggering Doomsday Bell was not an easy task, and Wang Dadong would not possibly hit with Doomsday Bell before Frost Desolation had consumed the Eighth Order Angel Potion.

Thus, he could only watch helplessly as Frost Desolation took the potion.

“Ugh, ah!” With the consumption of the Angel Potion, Frost Desolation let out a heaven-shaking roar, a violent Energy erupting from within his body.

Quickly, his entire being was engulfed by a swirl of black Energy.