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"Ignoring restraints is a high-level teleportation technique of a lord-level demon—!"

Amidst the warning, an ancient, dark yellow waxed parchment scroll flew out, tumbling and extending with the knight's powerful prayers, its length seemingly endless. As if possessing a spirit, it slipped onto the enemy's figure, emanating a wondrous rhythm that stabilized the spatial fluctuations along its path, attempting to seal his sharp, innate magical abilities.

A fierce gust of wind accompanied the black shadow as it swept down. Two broad, fleshy wings, like giant axes, cleaved through the obstructing scrolls. The seemingly massive and heavy body now resembled a light swift, appearing before the knight in the blink of an eye.

A short scream rang out, accompanied by the sound of metal twisting and deforming. Gavin was sent flying, several terrifying claw marks tearing through his tough armor. His ribs were visible through the torn flesh. If Zoe hadn't thrown out a wisp of psionic spider silk and pulled him back at the last second, he would have been disemboweled by now.

With a casual strike, he nearly killed an opponent, but Michael seemed unsatisfied with the result. His fiery eyes glared, and the evil light of red and black on his body surged, not only repelling the invisible pressure that slowed his movements, but also rapidly eroding the sacred land that had caused this effect.

The twelve silver daggers stuck around the square immediately cracked and emitted mournful cries, and the power of the sealing magic technique suddenly dropped by more than half!

With the interference removed, Michael's speed increased by another three points, like a speeding train, smashing the crisscrossing force field walls into sparkling lights. A demonic flame extended from his ferocious giant claw, transforming into a snake-like fire whip that suddenly shot out, piercing through five or six magical shields in an instant, aiming straight for Zoe's forehead. By the time she realized it, it was too late to dodge.

After all, they are traditional spellcasting professions. Even if they are not truly weak girls who cannot even kill a chicken, their lack of physical combat strength is immediately exposed in the face of a powerful enemy of this level.

Just as he was about to be blown off in the head, Michael's demonic, towering body suddenly trembled. The fiery whip grazed the girl's beautiful face, and a third of her waterfall-like golden-brown hair was singed, turning into black ash that drifted away in the wind.

Sensing something amiss in his body, Michael roared and pointed a sharp, eerie green ray, which corrupted a stone statue at the edge of the plaza into a puddle of mud, forcing out Bai Ziyuan, who was hiding behind it and holding up a pale white circle.

Just now, he openly waved the long banner, commanding nine ghost soldiers to wield the soul-hooking chains and bind the two-headed flying snake. In secret, he secretly turned the bone bracelet on his wrist, releasing a faint, eerie light, trying to capture the enemy's aura. Now, he finally seized an opportunity.

"...to command spirits and deities, to control souls and spirits, and to pay homage to the Emperor. Imperial decree..."

Wow……"

Before the incantation was finished, a surge of evil power, as vast as a mountain and as deep as the sea, rushed back through the curse, causing Bai Ziyuan to choke and turn red in the face. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and swayed precariously.

The next second, a shadow loomed over him, and five sharp claws suddenly plunged down.

With a sharp clang, Bai Ziyuan hastily swung the white bone banner horizontally with both hands. Although he was forced to kneel on one knee by the force, he still managed to withstand the blow. At the same time, he urgently summoned the nine ghost soldiers to come back and help.

A shrill sound of air being torn apart rang out as the long whip formed from hellfire lashed out with a perfect whip flower, blasting the ghost soldiers apart. The remaining phosphorescent flames were then absorbed onto the whip, transforming into nine illusory ghost faces, which actually increased the power of this weapon!

The fire whip suddenly shortened, transforming into a decapitation sword with a skull hilt, and slashed down again with a thunderous roar!

This time, a golden whip as thick as a child's arm and a white bone banner crossed left and right to block it.

Zhu Mingyao arrived just in time, unleashing a burst of pure white sword light that struck the enemy's weapon, deflecting some of the force. He then seized the opportunity to grab his buddy and roll away on the spot.

"You bunch of little mice have really angered me!"

Having failed once again, Michael roared to the sky, no longer trying to preserve the integrity of the familiar's body, but instead igniting its soul and bloodline to transform it into a source of power!

A violent magical power, as if it were burning the heavens and boiling the seas, shot straight into the sky, rippling out in circles of air waves. A domain filled with endless depravity opened up, and the defensive spells on everyone's bodies crackled and exploded continuously.

After exchanging blows for a few rounds, the cunning demon wizard, realizing that the golden-armored Eastern youth was a tough nut to crack, simply put him out of his mind and instead turned his attention to killing the others. The hideous demonic shadows moved about unpredictably, and under the advanced teleportation spell, everyone felt like they were fighting alone. Within a few breaths, they were all injured. Not to mention trying to fight back, they couldn't even pinpoint the enemy's location!

"Give me some time!"

Using his body as a shield, Zhu Mingyao withstood the blast of demonic flames and transmitted his voice through the pain. He was now extremely grateful that he had not retreated to the sea as originally planned; otherwise, under the enemy's terrifying mobility and powerful physique, he would have likely suffered total annihilation.

No matter how agile flying devices are, they can never compare to the innate supernatural powers of the higher-ranking demons.

Bai Ziyuan gritted his teeth and nodded. Then, with a loud shout, a bright white pearl floated out of his treasure bag and into his mouth. In the blink of an eye, his whole body shone with a pale white spiritual light, and he transformed into a strange god with three heads and six arms to meet his opponent.

The demon wizard, who was wreaking havoc, suddenly felt his body freeze. A white streak of light grabbed him tightly, possessing the same versatile spells and immense strength as himself!

Chapter 230 Are Dragons and Snakes Useless?

Violent explosions and shockwaves continued to emanate, tearing the thick fog enveloping the fortress into wisps of flowing clouds, with various colors of light surging up and shining brightly against the backdrop of the setting sun.

A sinister figure with three heads and six arms moved swiftly like the wind. Its six long, shimmering arms held a soul-gathering banner, a soul-hooking ring, a soul-slaying sword, and a bewitching fan, respectively. Its two empty hands formed the life-and-death cycle hand seal, and it was locked in close combat with the demon wizard. The demon wizard moved as the demon wizard moved, and the demon wizard followed the demon wizard closely. Even when the demon wizard was beaten and his spiritual light shattered and scattered like rain, the demon wizard would never let go.

Knowing that his companions wouldn't last much longer, Zhu Mingyao took a breath, uttered a command, and five colorful rays shot out, transforming into five ten-zhang flying dragons entwined with pure energy to help restrain them. He then swayed and retreated a distance, forcefully shoving his peach staff into the ground!

"Raise the altar!"

A hazy yellow light rose in a square shape. In this critical moment, he didn't have time to search carefully. He grabbed the silk pouch and shook it haphazardly. Incense burner, candles, and various other items poured out and crashed to the ground with a clatter.

Picking up the two large talismans he needed, Zhu Mingyao frantically poured in his true energy. His eyes widened, and he chanted incantations rapidly. Suddenly, a swirling, auspicious cloud, as clear and translucent as red chalcedony, drifted in from mid-air.

Before it was even officially launched, a surge of intense, pure Yang energy descended, making one's blood boil. In the blink of an eye, the scene seemed to transform from the golden autumn dusk to the midday heat of summer.

Under the mysterious spiritual aura of a blazing sun, the large number of beasts and zombies that surged from the city gate instantly dissipated their yin energy, silently collapsing to the ground and turning back into real corpses. The two-headed flying snake that had been lingering on the outskirts, ready to pounce, suddenly emitted a layer of golden-red flames, burning it so that it flapped its wings and cried out in agony as it desperately fled far away.

"Everyone, get out of the way!"

Manipulating the five dragons to combine their attacks, they entangled the enemy for a moment. Then, a vast expanse of crimson clouds, carrying boundless solar fire, rushed down, brushing past Bai Ziyuan as he scrambled away, and enveloping the entire square and a small part of the fortress.

With its flying eaves and brackets, towering palaces, a magnificent palace of flames rose up in an instant, its walls covered in flowing fire. A solemn deity with red hair and a red robe sat in the center, holding a cinnabar pearl high in his palm, emitting countless rays of brilliant light.

【Southern Three Qi Fire Virtue Auspicious Response Talisman】!

The crimson flames surged like ocean tides and swirling clouds, firmly sealing off the enemy and preventing them from escaping even a step! Faint screams echoed as the towering demonic figure charged left and right, roaring repeatedly, but eventually gradually subsided. Boundless true fire then seized the opportunity to engulf the area, leaving no trace of the battle.

Having landed a successful blow, Zhu Mingyao did not let his guard down. His heart suddenly began to pound for no apparent reason, and he felt a strange unease, as if he had overlooked something.

"Whatever tricks they have up their sleeve, just blast them straight at them!" Zhu Mingyao made up his mind, flicked his wrist, and was about to throw out the [True Martial Big Dipper Divine Sword Talisman] that had just been interrupted to finish them off.

"...Heavenly demons and heretics, ghosts and monsters, upon seeing me, turn to blood and become purple dust..."

As he chanted the divine incantation, the phantom of the Big Dipper reappeared, radiating a sharp light. In the sky, a massive seven-star sword, exuding a fierce northern aura, rapidly took shape. Wherever its cold blade pointed, many hard stone buildings were plowed open with deep white marks, as if slashed by a steel blade. Even the raging flames on the field were somewhat diminished...

Hmm? That's not right...!

His mind raced, and he was horrified to discover that the fiery palace did not separate from the outside in, but from the inside out!

Three enormous, long black shadows suddenly burst out of the sea of ​​fire, rushing towards everyone with lightning speed and exploding with a bang!

A destructive energy swept across the scene, causing Zhu Mingyao to see stars and hear a buzzing sound in his ears. His spellcasting was interrupted, and his body felt like a kite with a broken string. He crashed into two stone braziers and shattered them before falling heavily to the ground.

He struggled to his feet, and the scene of the battlefield came into view, sending a chill down his spine:

Sam was half-buried in a pile of collapsed building rubble, covered in wounds, with a bloody mess of flesh and bone showing on one knee.

Not far behind him, two girls were huddled together, their beautiful faces bleeding from all seven orifices like ghosts. Their four small hands were barely supporting a thin, eggshell-like shield of psychic energy, and they were already in a semi-conscious state.

The already seriously injured knight Gavin was thrown a hundred meters by the aftershocks of the explosion and lay on the edge of the cliff near the sea in the walled city, his fate unknown.

Apart from Bai Ziyuan, who was kneeling on the ground and frantically pouring pills into his mouth, and himself, everyone else had clearly lost their ability to fight.

"What an incredibly powerful spell scroll... but what's even more astonishing is your stupidity!"

The black dragon, coiled in a circle, was burned and torn to shreds. Its two crystalline dragon eyes were filled with gloom. Its body trembled slightly and slowly dissipated into ashes, revealing the figure that it had sacrificed itself to protect.

Two massive, fan-shaped claws gripped the throat of the last flying dragon, while the black scales on its hands transformed into tiny venomous snakes that slithered over it, rapidly eroding and seizing the powerful magical creation summoned by the [Dragon Transformation Spell], turning it into a hellish black python flowing with corrupted magic.

The divine dragon that bound evil and vanquished demons instantly transformed into a monstrous beast that aided and abetted the wicked.

A cruel, gleeful smile appeared behind the crumbling, fiery palace. The scorch marks on his body, burned by the true fire, healed rapidly. He ruthlessly tore off a large chunk of charred flesh from his shoulder, his mocking tone tinged with a hint of relief.

"All serpentine creatures in this world are my natural subjects. Unfortunately, according to your Eastern sorcerers' classification, dragons and snakes are similar concepts in mysticism, and therefore they are also subject to my restraint, becoming my loyal shield and weapon!"

He laughed heartily and threw out the thick black python, whose legs had completely transformed into those of an even-toed ungulate, and charged forward, stepping on the scorching hot stone slabs that had melted into magma.

Zhu Mingyao suddenly realized the source of his strange feeling when the other party only spoke halfway through his sentence—this guy actually possessed a conceptual-level domain, and he should have been more vigilant when the [Earthly Fiend Serpent Transformation Technique] was easily taken away!

At this moment, he had no time for regret. He struggled to leap up, and the golden armor transformed from the Spirit Official's Golden Seal was covered with flowing cloud-like characters. He raised the Demon-Subduing Golden Whip and struck with all his might.

The demon wizard gave a mysterious smile, and a flash of intricate purple-black magic runes appeared around him before his figure disappeared once more.

Zhu Mingyao suddenly turned around and looked in horror at the black flame decapitation sword that knocked away the hastily erected white bone banner, and then slashed down towards the top of Bai Ziyuan!

"Do not--"

The sword pellet fell like a meteor, but it was too late to save it!

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. The pitch-black demonic flame greatsword, reflected in Zhu Mingyao's horrified pupils, slowly descended inch by inch.

It cut open the dark blue iron armor curse.

It sliced ​​through the chilling white bone armor.

It cut through the clear, water-like protective Qi.

It landed on Bai Ziyuan's forehead—on a stick that reached his eyebrows?

No one saw how it appeared; it was as if it had been there all along!

The pale yellow staff, which no one was holding, vibrated and suddenly rose up as if it were alive. After deflecting the force of the demonic sword, it delivered a nimble slash and struck the enemy's chin hard, causing his huge head to tilt abruptly to the side!

Immediately, under the reaction force, the long staff quickly rebounded and landed right under Bai Ziyuan's ribs. A fierce yet gentle force was transmitted, which lifted his body horizontally for twenty or thirty meters, landing in a pair of slender arms.

Throughout the entire process of attacking the enemy and rescuing the person, there was not a single fluctuation of magic; the skill in using force was simply exquisite to the extreme!

"Boss Qi!" "Brother Qi Yue!"

Zhu Mingyao and Bai Ziyuan's emotions went through a rollercoaster, and they both exclaimed in surprise.

Chapter 231 Reinforcements

"How was it? I saw the earth-shattering fighting here, so I rushed here at full speed. Did I arrive in time?"

The muscular young man with long arms and a slender waist raised his hand to recall his weapon, making a gentle joke, but his bright eyes held a serious look as he stared intently at the enemy.

"Another person has arrived... no, it should be another plate of food!"

Michael, or simply the mysterious demon, grinned and spewed out wisps of evil miasma in a slightly manic manner.

"Let me taste whether your flesh and blood are more delicious than theirs!"

As soon as he spoke, Qi Yue took a half step back alertly, and his large and small sticks created a sonic boom, shattering the tall demonic figure that had suddenly appeared.

"It's fake!" He frowned, realizing the texture was off.

With a quick glance, the demon's true form appeared beside the heavily wounded Sam, who lay on the ground, and the decapitation sword swept across with lightning speed, about to cut him in two.

Pick the softest persimmon to squeeze; this feint reveals the devil's cunning.

However, this time, his methods of wielding absolute power were ruthlessly thwarted.

A pale gold blade, engraved with an ancient and simple dragon pattern, suddenly emerged from the void, effortlessly parrying his teleportation attack.

Only then did a clear and melodious prayer echo from behind:

—I respectfully request that the True Lord Guan Sheng descend upon me, and that divine soldiers act swiftly as commanded!

The demon glanced in surprise at the golden light that burst forth behind it, its body instantly becoming blurry.

Then, in the blink of an eye, an even more intense battle broke out!

The muffled thuds, as dense as firecrackers during the Lunar New Year, vibrated in our ears. A violent shockwave swept across the melting ground, bringing with it scorching heat. The scene was a chaotic blur, and even those with superhuman eyesight could only see a cluster of golden light and a black shadow appearing and disappearing.

The stone floor of the square, which was already red-hot and melted by the real fire, was now deformed and sunken into a wide, shallow pit under the strong external pressure, just like clay being squeezed and rolled by a pair of big hands.