Weird Survival: I can devour thousands of talents

Chapter 258 258: Don’t order yet!

The battle between Ling Xiao and the 67th Demon God of Hell has entered a white-hot stage. The entire cave is like an active volcano about to erupt, filled with a suffocating atmosphere of tension.

Relying on his innate powerful strength, the demon god's attack was as fierce as a surging tide. Every time he swung the giant sickle formed by thick black mist, it was wrapped in a terrifying force that was enough to tear apart space, forming a whistling black whirlwind.

Wherever the whirlwind passed, the stalactites and stalagmites in the cave, which were originally extremely hard and carved through the years, instantly broke like fragile glass. The sharp fragments flew everywhere in the strong wind like hidden weapons, making it extremely difficult for Ling Xiao to dodge.

In this violent black whirlwind, Ling Xiao's body was like a fallen leaf drifting in the storm, dodging and moving with difficulty.

Although he relied on his extraordinary agility and rich combat experience to avoid the demon's fatal attacks at the critical moment time and time again, he still inevitably suffered several wounds on his body.

Blood gushed out from these wounds, quickly staining his originally neat magic robe red, which looked particularly shocking in this dark and gloomy cave environment.

The severe pain from each wound was like a sharp dagger piercing deep into his body, but Ling Xiao bit his lower lip tightly, his face slightly twisted in pain, but his eyes revealed an unwavering determination, without any sign of retreat.

During this fierce battle, Ling Xiao was concentrating on dodging the demon's violent attacks while rapidly thinking about the demon's patterns of action in his mind.

After observing for a period of time, he keenly realized that although the demon god possessed formidable power, he had an obvious flaw in his actions - he was a little slow.

After each attack, the demon god needs a short time to adjust his posture and strength in order to launch the next attack, and this extremely short gap becomes the critical opportunity for Ling Xiao to counterattack.

Taking advantage of the momentary gap after the demon's attack, Ling Xiao quickly adjusted his breathing, concentrated all his energy, muttered something, and waved his wand at an extremely fast speed with both hands.

In an instant, the elemental power in the cave began to surge violently. The two powerful magical elements of fire and lightning intertwined with each other, forming a gorgeous and dangerous magical storm, rushing towards the demon.

The blazing flames were like roaring fire beasts, pouncing towards the demon with bared fangs and claws; and the dazzling lightning was like nimble silver snakes, leaping and shuttling through the flames, carrying the power of destruction.

Seeing this, the demon calmly waved the sickle in his hand, quickly condensing the black mist surrounding him into an indestructible defensive barrier.

The black mist and the magical light collided violently, bursting out a dazzling light, as if countless stars exploded at the same time, the strong light almost made it impossible to open one's eyes.

Powerful energy fluctuations spread wantonly in the cave, like an invisible shock wave, shaking the ground violently. Cracks spread rapidly like spider webs, as if the entire cave was about to collapse under this force.

However, the demon is extremely powerful after all, and defense alone cannot satisfy its desire to attack.

After resisting Ling Xiao's magic attack, the demon suddenly let out a deafening roar, which was filled with endless anger and majesty, and the entire cave echoed violently.

Immediately afterwards, it flashed and launched a swift attack towards Ling Xiao like a black lightning at a speed that was completely different from its previous slow movements.

The huge sickle was wrapped in the black breath of death, cutting through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and heading straight for Ling Xiao's throat.

At the critical moment, Ling Xiao felt a cold chill of death coming towards him, and his scalp went numb instantly.

He didn't have time to think, and relying on the instincts developed from long-term fighting, he rolled sideways at an almost extreme speed.

The sickle brushed past the corner of his clothes, bringing up a strong gust of wind. The sharp blade even cut his skin, leaving a shallow blood mark.

Ling Xiao scrambled to his feet, secretly thanking himself for his timely reaction. At the same time, he also realized more deeply the power and danger of the demon god. At this moment, the situation in the cave was becoming increasingly critical.

The ground was shaking more and more violently. Large chunks of rock kept falling from the top of the cave, hitting the ground with a dull and shocking sound.

Every falling rock is like a cannonball, with great power. If hit, the consequences will be unimaginable.

While Ling Xiao was dodging the attacks of the demon, he also had to keep an eye out for the falling rocks around him. He was extremely nervous, and his physical strength and magic power were being consumed rapidly.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, and beads of sweat covered his forehead, but his eyes still revealed determination and unyielding spirit. The demon god seemed to sense Ling Xiao's predicament and his attack became more fierce.

It swung its scythe continuously, and a black whirlwind raged in the cave, sucking everything around it in.

Ling Xiao struggled to hold on in this chaotic environment. He knew that he could not be defeated like this. He had to find a way to find the weakness of the demon god and give it a fatal blow.

So, he continued to cast magical attacks to distract the demon god's attention, while observing the demon god's every move more carefully, trying to find flaws.

During a brief confrontation, Ling Xiao took advantage of the gap in the demon's attack and cast a defensive magic, forming a transparent magic shield in front of himself.

The demon's scythe hit the shield heavily, making a loud noise. Cracks appeared on the shield instantly, but it still managed to withstand the attack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ling Xiao concentrated his magic power and gathered the surrounding elemental forces together to form a huge energy ball. This energy ball emitted dazzling light and contained powerful power inside.

Ling Xiao chanted a spell and used all his strength to attack the demon god's head.

The energy ball, with a powerful impact, like a burning meteor, streaked through the darkness of the cave and rushed straight towards the demon.

Seeing this, the demon swung his sickle and knocked the energy ball away. The energy ball exploded in the cave, triggering a powerful shock wave, and the powerful force knocked Ling Xiao to the ground.

Ling Xiao struggled to get up from the ground, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained firm.

He knew that the battle had reached a critical moment and he absolutely could not give up.

So, he took a deep breath, raised his wand again, and prepared to face the next round of attack from the Demon God. At the same time, he secretly swore in his heart that he must find the Demon God's weakness in this battle and win the final victory.

In this dangerous cave, Ling Xiao's battle with the demon god is still going on fiercely. The magical light and black mist are intertwined, like an ultimate contest between light and darkness.

Every attack and defense weighed on Ling Xiao's life and death, and in this battle, he constantly challenged his own limits, fighting to survive and defeat the demon. In this life-or-death battle, every time Ling Xiao dodged the demon's attack, it felt like a brush with death.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, and sweat mixed with blood slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the gravel ground.

But his eyes were always fixed on the demon, not missing any of the other party's subtle movements.

During this ongoing confrontation, he keenly noticed that the thick, ink-like black mist surrounding the demon god was not evenly covering his body.
On the demon's chest, there was an area of ​​fog that was slightly thinner than other places, faintly revealing a dark area, like a window in a solid fortress that was not completely sealed.

Ling Xiao's heart moved, and his intuition told him that this was most likely the weakness of the Demon God.

While the idea was good, implementation was fraught with difficulty. The demon's protection of this crucial part of its body was impenetrable.

Whenever Ling Xiao tried to cast magic to attack that area, the demon god would always rely on his powerful perception and quick reaction to swing the giant sickle condensed from black mist in his hand to block Ling Xiao's attack just right.

As the sickle was swung, the black whirlwind it created not only blew away the magical light emitted by Ling Xiao, but also almost sucked him into it and shredded him into pieces.

As the battle continued, the magic power in Ling Xiao's body quickly dissipated like a river bursting its dam.

He could clearly feel his body gradually becoming heavier, and every time he raised his hand to cast magic, it felt like he was lifting a thousand-pound burden.

Not only that, the long and high-intensity battles had pushed his physical strength to the limit. His legs were trembling slightly, as if he would collapse in the next second.

On the other hand, the demon god seemed to have sensed Ling Xiao's intention, and his attack became more and more frantic. His originally slow movements became agile at this moment, and his sickle was like black lightning.

He attacked Ling Xiao from all kinds of tricky angles, trying to force him into a desperate situation and leave him no chance to approach his weaknesses.

Ling Xiao knew very well that if the stalemate continued, failure would only be a matter of time.

He gritted his teeth, pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and endured the fatigue and pain in his body. He made a secret decision in his heart that no matter what, he would go all out, risk everything, and seize this possibly only chance.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, cleared his mind of all distracting thoughts, and concentrated all his mental strength, trying to sense and gather the scattered elemental forces in this chaotic and dangerous environment.

Inside the cave, the elements, already restless due to the fierce battle, began to move closer to Ling Xiao under the pull of his powerful mental power.

The fire element jumped like a cheerful elf, quickly gathering around Ling Xiao with a scorching heat.

The water element, in an invisible manner, quietly blended into the air and surrounded Ling Xiao, providing gentle yet tenacious support for the upcoming magical attack.

The wind element roared, carrying a fierce momentum, spinning around Lingxiao at high speed, constantly accelerating the fusion of elements; the earth element rose steadily from the ground, turning into heavy energy, stabilizing the foundation of the entire magic.

Ling Xiao's body was slightly suspended in the air, and his whole body was covered by a layer of colorful light. Amidst the flickering light, one could faintly see the wonderful scene of various elements interweaving and colliding with each other.

His hands danced rapidly in front of him like nimble butterflies, and every wave caused a violent fluctuation of elemental power.

As he chanted the ancient spell, a huge energy ball emitting dazzling light slowly took shape in his palm.

Inside this energy ball, countless brilliant rays of light, like imprisoned stars, shuttled and collided with each other, releasing a powerful force that made people's hearts flutter.

The entire cave shook violently due to this force. Rocks on the top of the cave kept falling and deep cracks appeared on the ground.

The demon god seemed to have also felt the threat brought by this powerful force, and a trace of panic flashed across his originally confident eyes.

It let out a deafening roar, brandished its scythe, and rushed towards Ling Xiao with faster speed and more violent attacks, trying to defeat him completely before Ling Xiao completed his magic.

The black whirlwind carried the breath of death and enveloped Ling Xiao, but Ling Xiao seemed unaware and was still concentrating on maintaining the condensation of the energy ball.

At the moment when the demon was about to rush to Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, with a firm and resolute light flashing in his eyes.

He shouted loudly, and used up the last bit of his strength to launch the energy ball in his hand towards the weak spot on the demon's chest.

The energy ball cut through the air with overwhelming force. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind a twisted black mark.

The air in the cave was instantly sucked out, forming a huge vacuum area. Everything around it was pulled by this powerful suction force and flew towards the energy ball.

Seeing this, the demon god hurriedly swung his sickle, trying to resist the fatal blow. The black mist was swung by the sickle.

It condensed into an indestructible defensive barrier, however, facing the energy ball condensed by Ling Xiao with all his strength, this barrier seemed so fragile.

The moment the energy ball collided with the black mist barrier, a light brighter than the sun burst out.

The entire cave was illuminated by this light as bright as day. The powerful energy fluctuations spread wildly around the collision point, forming a devastating energy storm. Wherever the storm went,
The stalactites and stalagmites in the cave instantly turned into powder, and the rocks were torn into countless fragments, flying in all directions. Ling Xiao was blown away by this powerful energy shock.
He hit the wall of the cave hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. But he ignored the severe pain in his body.
His eyes were fixed on the direction of the demon, his heart filled with anxiety and anticipation, waiting for the final outcome of this life-and-death battle.

Servant, familiar, demon

Commander, general, noble

Earl, Marquis, Duke

Grand Duke, King, Emperor

The ninth-rank duke can compete for the position of the demon god.
The Abyss Demon Emperor canonizes the seventy-two demon gods as kings, and the kings can canonize other ninth-level members of the clan as grand dukes.
(End of this chapter)