Swoosh!
Scaled demoness fled at her top speed and didn't stop until she saw a hulking demon with similar scales on his cheeks, crushing the head of an Early-Stage Five-Stage female mage before drinking her blood with relish.
"Sir O'mara!" She shouted.
O'mara, one of the three strongest demons of this army of three thousand five hundred, threw away the now drained corpse of the female mage and smacked his lips in satisfaction before he looked in the demoness' direction.
"Oh? Sh'mara, what are you doing here?" He asked.
Then his blood-red eyes flashed, and he suddenly appeared in front of her.
Grabbing her injured hand with force, he gave it a lick.
"Oh~" He closed his eyes and moaned as he was savoring the most delicious taste.
Seeing this, Sh'mara, the scaled demoness, knew she didn't need to waste her breath doing any explanation.
Just as she expected, O'mara's eyes snapped open in the next mont, and he grabbed her shoulder tightly, staring into her eyes, he demanded.
"Say this lamb is still alive."
"He is alive, sir." Sh'mara said, ignoring the pain in her shoulders, "The mont I realized he had such a delicious bloodline, I imdiately ca over to offer him to you."
"Good! Very good!" O'mara let out a grim laugh of satisfaction before asking, "Tell , where is he? After I drink his blood, I'll reward you with an amazing night with ."
Sh'mara's eyes shone in excitent when she heard this. If she spent a night with him, she would be able to absorb so of his blood essence when they copulated, which would elevate her bloodline and give her a higher status in the tribe.
"Co with , sir. I will–"
Just as she was about to turn around to lead him to Max...
Swoosh!
Max appeared behind her, the black longsword, covered in the mixture of his fire elental mana and bloodline energy, slashing toward her neck.
It happened so fast that Sh'mara had no chance to react before she was beheaded.
Thud!
As her head fell down, Max looked at O'mara with a hint of surprise. With his bloodline sense, he could sense O'mara was almost as strong as Oliver, and if he wanted, he could save Sh'mara's life, but chose not to act.
O'mara grinned at him before he grabbed Sh'mara's headless corpse, put his mouth on her neck's stump, and sucked.
As Max watched, Sh'mara's body rapidly shrunk, and her scales dried up and fell as he absorbed her blood.
Seeing this, he understood why O'mara didn't even blink as she died.
"How… disgusting!" He muttered, his expression twisting in an ugly grimace.
Ha!
O'mara smacked his lips in satisfaction, his scale turning more vibrant.
"Thank you for the nice eting gift. I will be sure to savor your blood even more." Swoosh!
Saying this, he vanished.
Max's eyes flashed, and his wings flapped.
Swoosh!
Right as O'mara appeared behind him and punched, his figure turned illusory before vanishing.
"Oh? Such speed! Your bloodline is even more extraordinary." O'mara exclaid, the greed in his eyes burning even more brightly.
"It sure is." Max's voice sounded as he appeared behind him and hacked the sword down toward his head.
Woosh!
Bang!
O'mara spun on his heels and punched, the impact of the collision causing the ground a few ters around them to collapse.
Crack!
The sword cracked, but Max was unphased, his blue eyes staring into the demon's ruby eyes.
"You are good." O'mara's grinned widened, and he punched again, "But not good enough."
Max slashed again.
Bang!
Crack!
This ti, the sword exploded in pieces.
"What are you going to do now? Run?" O'mara laughed, taking a strong step forward, his demonic energy and red bloodline energy covering his fist like the last two tis as he punched toward Max's chest.
Max let go of the hilt, clenched his fist, his mana and bloodline energy swirling around his hand as he also took a step forward, and lowered his stance a little before throwing the punch with all his bodily strength.
BOOM!
The mont both their fists collided, it was as if sothing had exploded. The ground a hundred ters around them sank over five feet deep, a cloud large of dust covering their figures and the crater, while the shockwaves sent both demons and humans in over two hundred ters range staggering.
"The fuck's going on? Who is fighting?" A Four Star Mage shouted, who had almost died to his opponent because the shockwaves had thrown him off balance.
All fights stopped within a five hundred-ter radius as everyone's gaze focused on the slowly dispersing cloud of dust.
When the dust finally settled, Max and O'mara's figures were revealed to them, their fists still pressing against each other's.
Imdiately, everyone who was able to discern the duo's cultivation was stunned, while the demons who knew who O'mara was had disbelieving looks on their faces because they could see this puny Early-Stage Four Star mage had gained a slight advantage in the exchange just now.
Then, their eyes flashed with killing intent.
However, just as a few of them wanted to join the fight to kill Max, O'mara's released his aura, "I'll kill anyone who dares to touch him."
The demons instantly stopped, while humans furrowed their brows. So were looking at Max with hesitation, thinking whether they should help him or not. But when they felt O'mara's aura, they gritted their teeth and started fighting the demons they were fighting a while ago.
"You cowards! Can't you see he is just a Four Star mage? How long can he fight even if he has so trump cards? We should help him." A peak Four Star mage shouted, but everyone ignored him.
…
In the sky, Alton and Wyomin's faces turned dark when they saw this.
"These cowards! They are going to help us set up the War Temple?" Alton sneered.
Wyomin didn't respond, but disappointnt was clear in her eyes.
…
"You all…" The Peak Four Star Mage looked at everyone pretending to be deaf in exasperation before his expression beca determined and he charged toward O'mara.
However,
Swoosh!
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