After quitting the team, the adventurers regretted it

Luolong Mountain became quiet in an instant.

There are only three adventurers left.

"Linda, the Eye of Truth, I will make good use of your body."

Dergon stood proudly on the head of the dragon, looking down at Linda condescendingly: "It is ironic to die at the hands of your own friends. But in the final analysis, I, Dergon, am Xilin's true friend. Look how good I am to it."

After saying that, Dergon bent down and gently stroked the dragon's head.

The dragon narrowed its eyes and blew hot air out of its nose, as if responding to Dergon. When its dark golden vertical pupils looked at Linda, they were filled with indifference.

"Hahaha, what friend? Can he compare to my magic?"

Dergon laughed, his voice full of arrogance and disdain.

Linda had a blank expression on his face and a cold gaze, as if it came from the chill wind of the Arctic glacier.

He actually stroked the dragon's head in front of him.
Delgon's behavior is tantamount to dancing on his reverse scale.

Even if his sister turns into a dragon and can never come back, he is the only one who can control her.

This old thing, Dergon, actually dared to put his dirty feet on Lin Xi's head.

It would be unjust if we don't kill this man!
Linda took a deep breath, holding the Wind Shadow Sword, and slowly flew diagonally upwards, level with the dragon.

"Liya, Dark Shadow is your idol, right?" he said without turning his head.

"Why do you bring this up?" Leah was confused.

"Maybe I can help you meet that person."

"what?"

Leah had no idea what he was saying.

I'm about to be roasted into coals by the dragon. Is this the time to joke?

"A holy step as small as an ant dares to approach me, the gravekeeper Dergon? Interesting, haha, hahahahaha."

Dergon shook it, smiling sarcastically.

Four Heavenly Ranks including the Bull-Horned Demon Clan also came onto the back of the dragon.

They stood side by side, admiring Linda's final struggle.

"Demon Dragon Xilin, when this human gets within fifty meters, burn him to ashes."

Dargon exclaimed.

He deliberately let Linda hear it.

Make them afraid and dare not take a step forward.

The dividing line of death is clearly laid out ahead. How many people dare to move forward?
Linda pretended not to hear and walked calmly.

There was a click.

Crushed the black card in his palm.

whoosh-

A cold wind blew.

The world was unusually quiet, and even the sunlight seemed to have frozen into a painting. In the vast space, the only sound was the rustling of wind blowing through clothes.

Dergon shivered involuntarily, feeling that there was something strange in the air.

The Bull-Horned Demon looked around, his heart beating twice as fast for unknown reasons.

The Dark Dragon seemed to be aware of something, fear appeared in its vertical pupils, and its body kept retreating.

"What's going on?" Dergon stroked the dragon's head, trying to comfort it.

But the dragon under his feet was shaking even more violently.

What happened?
Dergon was uneasy, with beads of sweat the size of soybeans oozing out of his forehead.

The Dark Dragon is of a higher level than him, and has a much stronger ability to anticipate crises.

The changes that happened to the dragon were by no means accidental.

The Bull-Horned Demon said, "Lord Dergon, something is wrong. My magic circuit seems to be locked!"

"Me too. I have all my magic power, but I can't even use 100% of it!"

"Damn it, what happened?"

Dergon looked grim, totally confused as to why this situation had occurred.

At this time, Linda's figure appeared in front of him.

It was as if the other party had used some kind of magic to transform himself into another appearance.

The silhouette of a swordsman was reflected in Dergon's pupils.

The other person was wearing a pitch-black windbreaker with a purple magic sword on his back. A pure white mask covered his face, revealing only a pair of indifferent eyes.

"You are."

Dergon's eyes suddenly widened.

These features are so familiar.

Almost every demon knows him.

Several years ago, the other party's name resounded throughout the Demon Continent. Although he was not a legend, he was ranked alongside many legends.

None of the demons that were targeted by the purple magic sword returned alive.

Even when he was at the Heavenly Level, he crossed levels and killed the twelve followers of the Law Level.

The incredible record of the battle shocked the entire Demon Continent. One of the Four Heavenly Kings, [Golden Armor], took action personally but still failed to bring back the opponent's head.

During that period, this man's name became the nightmare of the demons, to the point that the demons dared not enter the great secret realm where he was.

Dergon thought he was dead.

But I couldn't imagine it.

You will meet this "Demon Killer" again in the 30th level secret realm!
"No, that's not right! You shouldn't be here. A few years ago, you reached the 35th floor. There's no way you could have entered the 30th floor!"

The confidence brought by the magic dragon disappeared, and Dergon was terrified and shouted hoarsely: "Dark Shadow, you monster, why are you here!!!"

boom!
Upon hearing this name, all the demons present felt dizzy and a bolt of lightning sounded in their heads!
"That person is the Dark Shadow?!"

"How is it possible? Isn't he dead?" "It must be a fake!"

The thirty or so surviving demons were panicked and worried.

How could a person who had been dead for several years be standing in front of them alive?

Even if he was alive, he shouldn't be on the 30th floor.

Just as Leah finished charging her super energy, she saw the black swordsman appear in front of her.

He stopped walking for a moment, and looking at the other person's back, he was a little confused.

"Dark Shadow. Dai Lian?"

Leah lost her voice.

With the appearance of the black-clad swordsman, the atmosphere on the top of the mountain suddenly changed.

Just this one person, with his frail figure, was able to suppress all the demons.

He glanced casually at the dragon.

The dragon howled and lowered its head, begging for mercy.

His eyes swept over Dergon, who felt a heavy pressure coming down on him, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, and it was extremely difficult for him to lift his little finger.
Dergon swallowed hard.

Whether this person is the "Dark Shadow" or not, it is obvious that the other party's level is far beyond his own.

The detecting magic he released, when it touched the other party, was like a fish jumping into the vast ocean, no matter how it swam, there was no end in sight.

The level of the black-clad swordsman is at least the Extreme Heaven Level, and he is probably only half a step away from the Law Level.

Faced with the terrifying power gap, Dergon was completely exhausted and felt a deep despair.

"Stop bluffing, you imposter! You must be using the magic scroll to deceive us!"

The Bull-Horned Demon had a ferocious look on his face, and pointed his green staff forward: "Go, Great Wind Blade Technique!"

How could it be possible for an ant who was previously at the Saint level to suddenly transform and reach the ultimate Heaven level?
It is most likely a magic scroll of illusion.

If the demons retreat at this moment, they will have fallen into their opponent's trap and will be laughed at!

Let me, Old Niu, expose his true face!

Whoosh!
The wind blade flew out into the air.

The black-clad swordsman walked towards him calmly without dodging or evading.

Haha, looking for death!
The Bull-Horned Demon was secretly delighted, and quickly chanted a few more wind blades and shot them out together.

Strange things happened.

The black-clad swordsman was like a formless ghost; the wind blade hit him but passed through his body.

It blasted into the air, and after traveling a thousand meters, the sound became smaller and smaller, and then dissipated.

Several wind blades were like this.

"Space magic?" the bull-horned demon pondered.

“No.” The despair on Dergon’s face became even stronger. “He dodged the wind blade and continued to move forward. It was just that his speed was so fast that it looked like he didn’t dodge.”

"I am also a Heavenly Rank, how is it possible that I can't even see his movements clearly? Sir, you are confused."

The Bull-Horned Demon was full of disbelief. As long as he touched the black-clad swordsman, his tricks would be exposed. He said to his donkey-faced colleague:
"You go and meet him, I'll use magic to support you. Believe me, this is just a paper tiger with nothing in it, it will break if you touch it."

"This" the donkey-faced demon was in trouble.

"Go quickly!" Dergon gave the order.

He also had doubts about the black swordsman.

It might be an illusion spell just like Niu Jiao said.

This is also the last hope.

Otherwise, facing an extreme heaven-level being, even the five of them plus a demon dragon would not be his match.

If this Extreme Heavenly Rank is the one who disappeared a few years ago.
Dergon's heart tightened. Let alone resisting, he just wanted to run as far as he could!
When the opponent is at the Heavenly Level, he can kill a Law Level monster with his destructive power.

Now that he is at the extreme heavenly level, if ordinary rules come, he will be defeated!

Someone must be sent to find out the other party's background.

Dergon looked at the donkey-faced demon coldly, "Why, you want to disobey my orders?"

"My subordinates dare not."

Donkey Face drew out his scimitar and walked towards the black swordsman with gritted teeth.

It's okay, the oppression you feel is an illusion. This is a good opportunity to make a contribution.

"Adventurer, die!"

After roaring to give himself courage, the donkey-faced demon rushed out and used the rare skill [Mad Wolf Sword Technique].

The scimitar raised thousands of air waves, and the air was cut with a sonic boom!
But the black swordsman still did not respond.

The purple magic sword never came out of its sheath, nor did it make any evasive moves, allowing the donkey-faced man to attack.

Donkey Face felt uneasy, but the knife had been drawn and Dergon was watching closely from behind, so he couldn't take it back no matter what.

Die!

Donkey Face yelled murderously.

The blade stopped three centimeters away from the black-clad swordsman.

It's like being stuck in the air, unable to move forward.

Wow.

Donkey Face heard the sound of blocks collapsing.

He lowered his head and saw that his body was torn into pieces, turning into a pile of equal-sized pieces of flesh.

"what?
I. am dead? "

Donkey Face opened his mouth in fear, but no sound came out.

The scimitar fell from his hand and his vision fell into darkness.

Red flesh and blood, and the bloody rain, fell into the valley below. (End of this chapter)