Azmodan gritted his teeth and pulled a dark-golden potion from his robes.
It was the life-saving trump card bestowed upon him by the Lord of the Abyss: [Abyssal Berserk Potion].
After drinking it, all attributes would be doubled, and HP would recover by 50% every second for 10 minutes.
The price was that after the effect ended, his level would permanently drop by 20.
But at this moment, he could no longer care about that.
Gulp!
Azmodan tilted his head back and drained the potion.
In the next second, the dark-golden carapace covering his body suddenly erupted with dazzling blood-red light. His six pairs of black-flame wings expanded wildly, and the runes on his four massive horns writhed violently as though they had come alive.
A terrifying aura, so powerful it almost suffocated everyone present, burst out from within him.
Buzz!
A layer of eerie dark-golden divine light covered his entire body.
John raised an eyebrow and tossed out a Detect spell.
