Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree Chapter 1236 - 803: Azazel’s Betrayal (Part 2)

He snickered and murmured.

After speaking, Azazel waved his large hand, and a dark red light enveloped the earth, wrapping all the players involved in the battle within it.

The players felt an evil power surge into their bodies, causing them to instantly lose control over their bodies.

Seeing this, the demons battling the players’ eyes lit up.

So fools, with simple minds that only knew slaughter, roared and tried to attack at this opportunity, but as soon as they acted, they shuddered, and burst into blood mist...

Above the sky, Azazel slowly withdrew his gaze, sneering:

"My prey, re beasts like you can dare touch."

After speaking, he looked at the mythical giant dragons led by Mairrel.

Mairrel looked grave.

He exchanged a glance with Mars and other giant dragons, nodding secretly, simultaneously letting out a long cry, and charged at Azazel.

Azazel, however, let out a cold laugh, and dark red brilliance spread outward centering from him...

This was his simulated divine domain.

No, at this mont, it could no longer be called a simulated divine domain.

Manipulating the core of Hell, and located in the first layer of Hell, this was his true divine domain!

The Domain of Lust and Decay.

Covered by the light, the expressions of several mythical giant dragons subtly changed, a hint of red flashing through their dragon eyes.

But Mairrel let out a long howl, imdiately unfolding his Black Dragon Divine Domain.

However, Azazel rely extended a hand, gently pointing at them.

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly condensed, transforming into a tornado coming towards several mythical giant dragons. Including Mairrel, the four mythical giant dragons had no resistance, wrapped by the black tornado, their power restrained...

In the Hell Plane, the Demon God reigns.

The Hell Plane is equivalent to the Demon God’s Divine Country!

And with the blessing of abyssal power, the Demon God in his own Hell Plane is almost invincible, stronger than a True God in his own divine domain!

With the Demon God guarding Hell, no one can conquer his plane...

At this mont, Azazel’s power had already restored to the peak of interdiate divine power, and with the blessing of abyssal power, as long as he remained in the first layer of Hell, even strong divine power is no opponent!

In other words, at this mont, he was invincible.

Feeling the surging power within, Azazel’s lips curled, and he laughed heartily.

After tens of thousands of years of tornt, and countless days of torture by Yggdrasil, he finally returned!

And at this mont, Belusabab and the other three Demon Gods also ca from afar.

Seeing his enormous body, feeling the terrifying power within him, the expressions of the three Demon Gods subtly changed:

"Azazel?"

Hearing their voices, Azazel slowly turned his head.

The two sides exchanged glances, Azazel squinted his eyes and sneered:

"You three turtles, also want to have a go with grandpa?"

"You!"

The three Demon Gods were enraged.

But seeing Azazel looking so nonchalant, a hint of hesitation flashed through their eyes...

Belusabab squinted at him for a while, then suddenly laughed:

"Azazel, haha... Congratulations on breaking free and returning."

After speaking, he said through gritted teeth:

"I have other business, I’ll leave first."

With those words, Belusabab turned without hesitation, taking his own Abyss Myth away from the battlefield.

He was originally after the core of Hell.

Now Azazel has returned, he no longer has a chance, and naturally wouldn’t want to linger here.

And Demon God Mammon and Belial looked deeply at Azazel and also coldly laughed and turned away.

In no ti, the breath of the three Demon Gods completely disappeared in the first layer of Hell, even their Abyss Army began to retreat continuously with the Abyss Myth...

Azazel satisfactorily withdrew his gaze, his expression proud.

As the ruler of the first layer of Hell, as long as he was here, no one could defeat him.

Not even strong divine power!

Yet, as His gaze swept across the war-torn battlefield, His proud deanor transford into deep reflection...

This ti, even though He had returned, the entire first layer of Hell was severely damaged and it was uncertain when it would recover.

Thinking of this, Azazel glanced into the distance, at the Prayer rger Army shrouded in Holy Light, and the dozens of holy figures in the sky.

His gaze t directly with the most powerful three among them.

"Seventh Demon God...Azazel."

Looking at that towering figure, the Lord of Eternity, Yiteo, squinted His eyes.

Their eyes t, and the atmosphere gradually stagnated, seeming as if a battle would erupt in the next second.

But soon, Yiteo withdrew His gaze first.

His sight swept over the elves and giant dragons imprisoned by the Demon God on the ground, then over the scattered Demon Army under Azazel, shaking His head:

"No fun."

After speaking, His figure gradually dissipated.

And along with Him, the other human True Gods who had descended and the Angel Army also dissipated.

War God Lode frowned slightly.

He glanced at Azazel with a provocative expression, then at the elves on the ground, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally snorted coldly, also dissipating His avatar.

Only the Starry Sky Guardian looked at Azazel aningfully, with a hint of pity in His deep gaze, making Azazel very uncomfortable.

However, after the two mighty Divine Powers faded, He did not linger either, and similarly dissipated His avatar.

Gradually, even the Gods’ Army attacking the Hell Plane slowly retreated...

Until the last Prayer left Hell through the light gate, Azazel slowly withdrew His gaze.

He sighed in relief, His tense nerves finally relaxed.

The power of the Gods attacking the first layer of Hell was terrifying...

Although He was the master of the first layer of Hell, almost invincible here by borrowing the power of the Abyss, He was not completely fearless.

If the Gods’ Army had insisted on attacking, willing to pay a huge price to besiege Him, He would indeed have been in trouble.

Perhaps...there was truly a possibility of falling.

Although He could be resurrected after falling, the damage to the first layer of Hell would likely be more severe.

In the worst-case scenario, if the Gods were truly desperate, willing to sacrifice so divine beings, perhaps they might indeed manage to destroy the first layer of Hell...

Fortunately, the Gods were not monolithic, and their original purpose for attacking the Abyss had already been achieved.

"Ay...now I don’t know how many subordinate planes I will lose again."

Looking at the ruined first layer of Hell, Azazel lanted.

The number of subordinate planes is directly linked to the Demon God’s power, and although the first layer of Hell was retained, the heavily damaged army of Azazel was already unable to control those subordinate planes.

He had no doubt that those three Belusabab ran so quickly, aiming precisely at His subordinate planes.

After all, if you can’t grasp the Hell core, why not seize the Abyss Plane?

The war between Demon Gods, in essence, is rely a competition for the Abyss Plane.

Thinking of this, Azazel clenched His fists again:

"It’s all because of that bastard Yggdrasil! If He hadn’t sealed tens of thousands of years ago, how would I have fallen to this state!"

His gaze was full of anger.

As His gaze shifted downward, Azazel looked again at the players who were imprisoned, with a sinister smile.

He was prepared to deal with these folks properly, to recover so losses from them first.

"Hmph, Yggdrasil, everything you did to , I will eventually return the favor!"

Azazel said resentfully.

Yet, just as He finished speaking, an ethereal sigh resounded behind Him:

"Your temper is truly fierce..."

Upon hearing this voice, Azazel shivered instinctively, almost jumping reflexively.

But soon, He reacted.

He was no longer the unfortunate one sealed in the Demon Maze.

Azazel slowly turned around and looked behind Him, only to see a sacred and beautiful figure floating in mid-air.

It was Eve.

Azazel raised an eyebrow, coldly sneering:

"Yggdrasil, you dare to send an avatar here now?"