"No rush!"
Yang Yan shook his head, chuckling lightly:
"If the Antula Clan has only this little power, they can't even be considered a first-rate force in Northern Europe."
"The purpose of this battle is to make them realize the threat of the Demon Race. How could we achieve that without so casualties?"
Ao Tian chid in from the side:
"Exactly, if these major forces have no foundation, the group of misfits they sent can't hold the fort at all."
One can only wonder how the Antula Clan would react if they heard this.
After all, they do have so Titled Powerhouses among them!
But in Ao Tian's mouth, they've turned into a bunch of misfits.
Though, given his strength, it seems there's so truth to his words.
After all, there can be many Titled Powerhouses, but there are only Four Emperors.
When two Emperors don't show up, who else dares claim supremacy?
While Yang Yan and the others were talking, the battle between Bagu and Manhattan suddenly took a turn.
Among the three black-cloaked figures who had been observing, one mysteriously appeared beside Bagu, an刀闪过 with a blade shimring with a dark gleam.
Splat!
An arm was severed, spraying a plu of blood on the ground.
Bagu, suddenly ambushed, let out a groan of pain. Before he could react, a chilling aura descended from above.
Without much thought, he endured the pain of his severed arm, instinctively trying to tear open space to escape.
But it was too late.
The surrounding space was as solid as a rock. With his power, he couldn't shake it, and could only watch as the cold aura approached.
Just as he was about to be cut in two by the black-cloaked figure, two beams of energy shot out from the Antula Clan's stronghold.
One struck the blade in the black-cloaked figure's hand, while the other broke the space binding Bagu.
Feeling the surrounding space loosen, Bagu didn't hesitate. He quickly tore open a Space Passage and disappeared into it.
At the sa ti, in a secret Other Space within the Antula Clan's stronghold, two powerful auras surged up.
"I really don't understand why these two old guys are putting on airs, only showing up after their people can't win."
Yang Yan looked at the Antula Clan's stronghold and remarked with a smile.
There were still two big figures in the Antula Clan who hadn't taken action, sothing Yang Yan and Ao Tian had long noticed.
So they weren't surprised by the sudden appearance of these two.
"Antula Dog and Antula Hiv, I thought you two old turtles had already died of old age, leaving only this bunch of incompetent juniors in the Antula Clan!"
Facing the two elderly figures who suddenly appeared in midair, Manhattan showed no surprise and even threw in so taunts.
"Manhattan, the Demon Race gave you strength, but also arrogance; you have fallen, lost to the darkness."
Antula Dog was a short, stout old man.
He didn't pay much attention to Manhattan, focusing instead on the black-cloaked person floating in midair:
"Sir, if my senses are correct, your true identity should belong to the Demon Race!"
"I never imagined that today, after ten thousand years, you have returned once more!"
"Heh heh! It seems you old fellow have so insight!"
From beneath the black cloak ca a sinister laugh; the black-cloaked figure pulled back his hood, revealing a handso face—none other than the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch who had previously fought with Yang Yan.
The other two black-cloaked individuals also removed their hoods.
Although Yang Yan, being in an Other Space, did not recognize them, the dense Demonic Qi emanating from their bodies made it clear they were undoubtedly from the Demon Race.
Unexpectedly, during this period, Manhattan had found a special way to summon two more Demon Monarchs from the Demon Race.
"Old man, seeing you are so sensible, this monarch gives you a choice: Hand over the Space Origin, then obediently submit to my Demon Race!"
The strength of Nine Netherworld seed to have recovered to its peak; demonic qi surged unrestrainedly from his body.
The demonic qi shrouded the sky, overshadowing the brilliance of the battlefield below.
"Demon race bastards, go to hell!"
Compared to Antula Dog, Antula Hiv's temper was much more volatile.
Shouting an expletive, his reddened old face puffing up, he said:
"Big brother, why waste words with such lowlife from the Demon Abyss? Watch smash them into pulp!"
Not waiting for Antula Dog to speak, he charged at Nine Netherworld, swinging two enormous iron hamrs as tall as a person.
However, before he reached Nine Netherworld, two other demon race mbers had already intercepted him.
Swash swash!
Without hesitation, their Demon Blades chopped fiercely downward, and the three were soon engaged in a chaotic battle.
Nine Netherworld and Antula Dog were in no rush to act; the forr beckoned the latter with a disdainful look:
"Your brother is too hot-tempered, not suitable for discussions. I trust you will give a satisfactory answer."
Antula Dog chuckled, a Magic Staff appeared in his hand out of thin air, and he said with a hint of ridicule:
"I have no interest in talking with filthy races like you."
"Even if it ans risking the entire Antula Clan, I'll make sure you crawl back into the abyss."
"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
The smile on Nine Netherworld's face gradually faded, and a raging demonic qi burst from his body, like a monstrous beast ready to devour Antula Dog.
Antula Dog felt a shock in his heart but showed no change in expression. He began chanting in a low, unclear voice.
Bzzzz—
As he chanted the ancient, obscure spell, the crystal ball on his staff emitted a dazzling light.
As ti passed, his chanting grew louder and more powerful.
Boom, rumble!
The earth trembled violently, and a towering tree with a diater of hundreds of ters burst from the ground, rising straight into the sky.
The tree's branches were covered with countless vines and scythe-like branches that seed alive, swinging around endlessly.
Nurous Blazing Angels and Fallen Angels were caught within, either bound by tenacious vines or slashed by the scythe-like branches, being cut in half directly.
The entire process seed lengthy but was, in fact, over in the blink of an eye.
When Antula Dog ceased his chanting, the giant tree had already towered a thousand ters into the sky.
The so-called Elental Giants on the ground appeared as insignificant as ants beneath it.
As the giant tree took shape, countless vines and scythe-like branches launched a frenzied offensive towards the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch.
However, these attacks capable of easily slaying a group of Blazing Angels and Fallen Angels posed little threat to Nine Netherworld.
His Demon Blade moved like a whirlwind, stirring up surging demonic qi, shredding the approaching vines and branches into pieces.
In no ti, he broke through Antula Dog's attack, with a pair of scarlet eyes revealing a wicked emblem filled with malevolence.
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