The believers tried to break free from their bindings, but no matter how much they pulled and struggled, He ng’s body acted like a rubber band, tightly binding them together.
He ng’s Defense and Strength were extraordinarily outstanding, with her strength and speed greatly enhanced as her Level increased, allowing her to suppress these believers by force.
Unable to escape from He ng’s binding, the believers gradually realized there was sothing unusual about He ng. This Sli was definitely not a common creature one could find just anywhere; the Monster Tar had raised so kind of bizarre beast.
Even more unbelievable for these believers was that the Monster Tar, who should have been considerably weak, began suppressing their Priest.
Using agile movents to dodge Mande’s attacks ti and ti again, Yang Yu effortlessly used "Shield Block" and "Shield Counter" to counterattack, creating opportunities to strike. He employed "Shadow Deception" and "Double-sided Slash" layered with regular attacks, leaving scars on Mande’s body.
For Mande to quickly dispose of that young man and then co to his aid was now impossible. Yaklo didn’t know if he could spare a mont to support Mande with one or two spells and turn the tide of battle.
Sadly, Lotcar had no intention of giving Yaklo any chance to catch his breath.
Lotcar crossed his arms in front of his chest and swiped forward, sending out a silver-white X-shaped slash flying straight ahead.
Chanting rapidly, Yaklo unleashed nurous small-scale Fireball Techniques. The "Silver Light Claw Strike" collided with the small fireballs, causing a massive explosion and billowing thick smoke.
Suddenly, a huge silver-white figure erged from the smoke, transforming into the wolf form of Lotcar, flashing his sharp claws.
Yaklo finally rembered what Lotcar really was—the Silver Teeth Clan, hidden within the jungle.
Realizing this, Yaklo instantly halted the ergence of secrets about this mysterious race in his mind; he had no ti to express his surprise.
Any hesitation might cause their Task to fail, and not only that, they might die here as well.
A thick black mist spewed from Yaklo’s mouth, crawling up the right side of his face and solidifying, as if donning a half-black mask with a black horn erging from the forehead.
This was a boon from one of the Pope’s Seven Great Disciples, Loving Kexia, which significantly increased Yaklo’s combat abilities at the cost of a few years of his lifespan.
But before the blackness could fully invade his body, Lotcar’s sharp claws instantly tore open Yaklo’s chest, causing crimson blood to spurt out.
The blackness forming the mask quickly faded from Yaklo’s face as Lotcar took advantage of the victory, rcilessly tossing Yaklo high into the air with his mouth. He leaped up, and with three sharp light claws condensed on his paw, repeatedly slashed at Yaklo’s body.
Minutes later, Yaklo finally fell from the sky, barely alive.
Seeing this, Mande burst with rage, aiming to swiftly dispose of the troubleso Yang Yu, and then, before Lotcar could attack, overpower Lotcar and smash him into pieces.
anwhile, Yang Yu’s attack also neared its conclusion; his Sword Blade swept across the ground, as thorns grew rapidly from the earth, trapping Mande from all sides, with shadows of black energy rising on the white Sword Blade.
Mande was a warrior with high Attack Power. In an effort to defeat Yang Yu quickly, he had applied nurous offensive BUFFs to himself, finally reaching his peak.
The black Sword Blade maneuvered past the swinging arms of Mande, stabbing into Mande’s heart, as Yang Yu drained the last drop of blood from Mande’s health bar.
Mande’s eyes bulged in fury, only to find he could no longer move.
He withdrew his sword and flicked the fresh blood from the blade, then slung it over his shoulder.
To interrogate for information, keeping one or two alive was enough.
Since Bai Jin held the key tools necessary to summon demons, Yang Yu and his group were true mortal enemies of the Curse Sect—naturally, they wouldn’t hold back.
After confirming that the battle at Lotcar’s side had also ended, Yang Yu strode toward the disciple trapped by He ng and flashed his gleaming sword blade.
"I have so questions..."
"No matter what you want to ask, we won’t answer," they shouted in unison, "You’ll regret not killing us imdiately!"
The disciples simultaneously spewed a mass of black energy from their mouths, instantly enveloping themselves. Yang Yu raised his shield cautiously to defend.
Their faces, within the black energy, turned gaunt and dark, as though sothing had instantly drained them of life’s essence.
He ng shivered suddenly, feeling a tingling sensation, and released the binding, transforming back to his originally plump shape beside Yang Yu.
"Everything is for the Demon Lord! All for our new world!"
The five disciples rged into a mass of blackness and slowly dissolved into a pool of black water.
Without warning, two massive black arms sprouted from the pool, slamming heavily onto the ground, and a head with black sharp horns and a slender body rose from the black water, bearing so resemblance to the demon form of Tu Jing.
Inside the cage, the elves curled up, the intense darkness causing sothing deep in their souls to tremble continuously.
As if past legends were coming alive, more than three hundred years ago, a great demon shattered the barrier of Luoyu City. The forr queen resisted its attacks but succumbed to the darkness from the demon, dying untreated.
This creature now must be related to the demon of the past, unbeatable as they were formidable.
The tall black figure, over five ters tall, flung its slender arms toward Yang Yu as if swatting a fly.
Yang Yu crouched slightly, stabilizing his body, and firmly grasped the ground using "Climbing" before performing "Shield Counter." His sturdy shield sprouted a row of red thorns.
The creature’s arms touched Yang Yu’s shield, and red electricity instantly twined around the creature’s arm, sparking bursts of dazzling light.
The creature’s roar imdiately blew out the flas that surrounded Yang Yu and his group.
Yaklo, barely alive, heard the roar and vaguely opened his eyes, blackness spewing from his mouth, covering him gradually from the head down like the disciples.
Yaklo knew his end was near. His only choice was to offer his life to the spokesperson of the demon, becoming a foundation for the Sect’s growth.
But before the blackness could complete its adhering, Lotcar swiftly reached Yaklo’s side and with a large bite, snapped his neck, ending his life.
The blackness uncontrollably spread from Yaklo’s body and gradually vanished silently into the air.
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