"Boom!"
A massive mushroom cloud rose, followed by flesh and blood flying everywhere. In a brief encounter, a faceless beast was already shattered into pieces by the Barbarous Tyrant.
The explosion sound even caused a pause throughout the New Hope Assembly Place. Naturally, this huge sound couldn't escape the notice of the Ancient Demon struggling against the barrier left by Wen Yu.
"Tch."
Zero disdainfully curled his lips; for soone of Barbarous Tyrant's caliber, indeed, couldn't catch Zero's eye.
His hands plunged into the pitch-dark barrier, and as Zero exerted a bit of force, a massive tear instantly appeared in the barrier—a tear that grew larger and wider with each passing mont, causing the inevitable energy loss of the barrier. By now, dealing with the pitch-dark barrier had beco increasingly effortless for Zero.
As if casually handling a trivial matter, Zero flapped his wings and flew high again, then soared to another spot, ripping...
Another huge tear.
In a short period, the pitch-dark barrier was in tatters.
Until about three minutes later.
When Zero created the tenth tear in the pitch-dark barrier with his hands, it couldn't hold on any longer.
The tattered pitch-dark barrier shimred with faint glimrs before bursting with a "boing," like a bubble being popped, causing the barrier to vanish entirely, marking that there's no longer any obstacle between the Demon Tribe and the New Hope Assembly Place.
Task accomplished, Zero folded his four arms across his chest, directing his icy gaze downward to the fiercest battlefield.
There, Ray, the Wilderness Butcher, and the Barbarous Tyrant—one person and two beasts—were leading an endless swarm of mutant beasts in resistance against the boundless Demon Fiends. From Zero's aerial view, they resembled isolated islands surrounded by a vast ocean, appearing so desolate and hopeless.
"Since that's the case, I'll send you off."
Out of "humanitarian spirit," Zero decided to show compassion and end their endless bloody struggle. Thus, the black light representing the force of destruction slowly surged, gradually covering Zero's hands...
The fighting spirit started to soar, and the desire to slaughter intensified. It's imaginable that within this battlefield, where no powerful expert could match Zero, Zero's presence was akin to a deity controlling everyone's life and death!
However, the sudden arrival of space energy fluctuations from afar abruptly halted Ray's next action.
Seeing the sudden spatial tear in the distance and the black dog's head poking around sneakily from within, Zero squinted his eyes and, with a flap of his wings, instantly disappearing over the horizon.
...
The massive body of the Three-Headed Demon Dragon descended from the sky, hitting the ground and raising a gigantic mushroom cloud.
The booming sound seed to resonate the notes of death, chilling the heart of the Third Generation Seed of Flas.
In battles, life and death were inevitably determined. As the Third Generation Seed of Flas, it had experienced countless battles, and the ability to survive till now and attain its current position proved the number of lives that had perished at its hands.
However, today, the Third Generation Seed of Flas finally t its end.
Being Wen Yu's Fifth Soul Pet, Victor's strength was unquestionable. Facing the Third Generation Seed of Flas alone, Victor wielding the Netherworld fought with ease. Throughout the battle, the Third Generation Seed of Flas barely maintained an undefeated stance.
But with Star joining the fray, the situation underwent a fundantal shift; what could barely hold in a one-on-one fight beca a rapid descent into defeat in a two-on-one scenario.
The agile and deceptive Victor, paired with Star's formidable assault capabilities, left the Third Generation Seed of Flas powerless to retaliate.
The downfall of Diers, no, rather the demise of the Glory Squad of the Ancient Demons, triggered a chain reaction on the battlefield, instantly plunging the elite fighters of the Demon Tribe into hell!
Cyclops did not partake further, preferring tasks of greater significance to the inevitable conclusion of the battle.
Thinking of this, Cyclops could hardly contain his inner desire, quickly rushing to where Diers' corpse lay—the taste of Diers was unforgettable for Cyclops...
...
First, the right head got bitten off, then Diers' ruptured entrails marked his death.
At this mont, Cyclops transford into a greedy scavenger, doing his utmost to seek out every scattered scrap of Diers' flesh.
Until the body piled into a small mountain, only then did Cyclops cease his looting.
Yet, when faced with the feast, Cyclops suddenly realized he had overlooked a critical issue.
No head, no mouth—how was he going to consu it...
After a short contemplation, his body naturally responded, with the tail acting like a radar rapidly changing—first, the large solitary eye vanished, then the tip of the tail suddenly opened a fissure.
Like a sightless serpent, Cyclops' tail opened wide with a capacious maw, the densely packed sharp teeth glinting with a chilling light.
In a motion akin to a gray bolt of lightning, Cyclops' tail directly plunged into Diers' corpse, followed by a scalp-tingling sound of chewing and sucking.
The corpse mountain visibly shrank; the imnse power flowed into Cyclops' body, causing him a shiver, with a tingling sensation quickly flaring across his skin, half a mont later, fine dragon scales begin to appear—contrasted with the lower-tier corpses previously consud, the energy contained within Diers' body was unprecedentedly imnse.
...
As Cyclops' tail enveloped Diers' primary head, another battle was nearing its end.
Victor stepped on the head of the Third Generation Seed of Flas, whose bone armor entirely shattered, entire body limp and trembling, eyes disoriented, as if unfocused.
The eerie Netherworld, the interference of Night Eyes and Dream Shaping, even Star's 'double peak penetration,' left the Third Generation Seed of Flas dazed and bewildered.
Until Victor's sharp claws sliced through the neck of the Third Generation Seed of Flas, marking the end of the battle.
"It's mine! That's mine!"
The wild dog's bark sounded out; afar, the massive black-gray figure loped over, its tail's new mouth opened wide, swallowing the Third Generation Seed of Flas whole.
With a hint of satisfaction flashed across the dog head forged by black flas, Cyclops howled comfortably, then, as if intoxicated, collapsed limply on the spot, unwilling to move another inch.
Victor didn't bla Cyclops for snatching away the prey; the existence of the Great Feast ant these powerful demon corpses had been allocated long ago.
With his head stained in Demon Blood, Victor surveyed the last battlefield, where Faceless had suppressed the Corpse King, yet the battle seed far from its conclusion—Faceless' might was indisputable, but the Corpse King's combat prowess was remarkably formidable.
At least in their current weary states, the trio definitely lacked the capability to ddle further in that battlefield.
Victor's thoughts circled then wandered around.
"I also should head out, unknown how things are outside now."
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