Bizarre Survival: I Can Devour Thousands of Talents

Chapter 258, Section 258: Don't order yet!

The battle between Lingxiao and the sixty-seventh pillar demon god of hell has entered a white-hot stage. The entire cave is like a live volcano about to erupt, filled with a suffocating atmosphere of tension.

With its innate power, the demon god launched a fierce attack like a surging tide. Each swing of its giant scythe, formed from thick black mist, carried a terrifying force capable of tearing through space, creating a howling black whirlwind.

Wherever the whirlwind passed, the stalactites and stalagmites in the cave, which were originally incredibly hard and sculpted by time, instantly shattered like fragile glass. Sharp fragments flew everywhere in the gale, like hidden weapons, making it extremely difficult for Ling Xiao to dodge.

In this raging black whirlwind, Ling Xiao's figure was like a fallen leaf drifting in a storm, struggling to dodge and maneuver.

Although he used his superhuman agility and rich combat experience to avoid the demon god's fatal attacks time and time again at the last minute, he still inevitably suffered several wounds.

Blood gushed from these wounds, quickly staining his once-neat magic robes crimson, a stark and shocking sight in the dim, eerie cave environment.

Each wound brought excruciating pain, like sharp daggers piercing deep into his body. But Ling Xiao bit his lower lip tightly, his face contorted slightly with pain, yet his eyes revealed an unwavering determination, showing no sign of backing down.

During a lull in the intense battle, Ling Xiao focused intently on dodging the demon god's relentless attacks while simultaneously analyzing the demon god's patterns of action.

After observing for a period of time, he keenly realized that although the demon god possessed awe-inspiring power, it had a significant flaw in its actions—it was somewhat slow.

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

Seizing the brief moment after the demon's attack, Ling Xiao quickly adjusted his breathing, concentrated all his energy, chanted incantations, and swung his magic wand with incredible speed.

In an instant, the elemental forces within the cave began to surge violently. The two powerful magical elements, fire and lightning, intertwined to form a dazzling yet dangerous magical storm that surged toward the demon god.

The blazing flames, like roaring fire beasts, lunged at the demon god with bared fangs and claws; while the dazzling lightning, like nimble silver snakes, weaved and leaped among the flames, carrying destructive power.

Seeing this, the demon calmly swung his scythe, quickly condensing the black mist surrounding him into an indestructible defensive barrier.

The black mist and magical light collided violently, bursting out with a blinding light, like countless stars exploding at the same time. The intense light was almost blinding.

Powerful energy fluctuations spread wildly within the cave, like an invisible shockwave, causing the ground to tremble violently. Cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, as if the entire cave was about to collapse under this force.

However, the demon god is exceptionally powerful, and defense alone cannot satisfy its offensive desires.

After withstanding Ling Xiao's magical attack, the demon god suddenly let out a deafening roar, a roar filled with boundless rage and majesty, which reverberated violently throughout the cave.

Immediately afterwards, it flashed forward, moving at a speed completely different from its previous sluggish movements, like a black lightning bolt, launching a swift and sudden attack on Ling Xiao.

The enormous scythe, imbued with a black aura of death, sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Ling Xiao's throat.

At the critical moment, Ling Xiao felt a chilling aura of death rush towards him, and his scalp tingled instantly.

He didn't have time to think. Relying on the instincts he had developed through long-term combat, he rolled to the side at near-maximum speed.

The scythe grazed the hem of his clothes, creating a strong gust of wind, and the sharp blade even cut his skin, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

Ling Xiao scrambled to his feet, secretly relieved that he had reacted quickly, but also gaining a deeper understanding of the power and danger posed by the demon god. Meanwhile, the situation inside the cave was becoming increasingly critical.

The ground trembled more and more violently, and large chunks of rock kept falling from the cave ceiling, hitting the ground with a dull yet shocking sound.

Each falling rock was like a cannonball, incredibly powerful; if hit, the consequences would be unimaginable.

While dodging the demon god's attacks, Ling Xiao also had to be constantly aware of falling rocks around him, keeping him under immense mental strain and rapidly depleting his physical strength and magical power.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, his forehead covered in beads of sweat, yet his eyes still revealed determination and unyielding spirit. The demon god seemed to sense Ling Xiao's predicament, and its attacks became even more ferocious.

It kept swinging its scythe, and black whirlwinds raged inside the cave, engulfing everything in their path.

Ling Xiao struggled to survive in this chaotic environment. He knew he couldn't be defeated like this; he had to find the Demon God's weakness and deliver a fatal blow.

So he continued to unleash magical attacks to distract the demon god, while also observing the demon god's every move more carefully, trying to find a flaw in it.

During a brief exchange, Ling Xiao took advantage of a lull in the demon god's attack to cast a defensive spell, creating a transparent magical shield in front of himself.

The demon god's scythe struck the shield heavily with a loud bang, instantly creating cracks in the shield, but it still managed to withstand the attack.

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

Ling Xiao chanted an incantation and used all his strength to launch a powerful shot at the demon god's head.

The energy ball, carrying immense force, streaked across the darkness of the cave like a burning meteor, hurtling straight toward the demon god.

Seeing this, the demon swung his scythe and sent the energy ball flying. The energy ball exploded inside the cave, triggering a powerful shockwave that knocked Ling Xiao to the ground.

Ling Xiao struggled to get up from the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained resolute.

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 demon god's next attack. At the same time, he secretly vowed to find the demon god's weakness in this battle and win the final victory.

In this perilous cave, Lingxiao's battle with the demon god continues fiercely, magical light and black mist intertwining, as if it were an ultimate contest between light and darkness.

Every attack and defense was a matter of life and death for Ling Xiao, and in this battle he constantly challenged his limits, fighting with all his might to survive and defeat the demon god.

In this life-or-death battle, every time Ling Xiao dodged the demon god's attack, it felt like he was brushing shoulders with death.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, sweat mixed with blood streaming down his face and dripping onto the gravel ground.

But his eyes remained fixed on the demon god, not missing a single slight movement.

During this ongoing confrontation, he keenly noticed that the thick, ink-like black mist surrounding the demon god was not evenly distributed over its body.

On the demon's chest, there was a patch of mist that was slightly thinner than the rest, revealing a dark area, much like a window in a fortified fortress that wasn't completely sealed off.

Ling Xiao's heart skipped a beat; his intuition told him that this was very likely the Demon God's weakness.

The idea was good, but its implementation was fraught with difficulties. The demon god's defenses over this crucial part of itself were virtually impenetrable.

Whenever Ling Xiao attempted to use magic to attack that area, the Demon God would always be able to use its powerful perception and agile reflexes to swing the giant scythe formed from black mist in its hand and block Ling Xiao's attack at just the right moment.

As the scythe swung, the black whirlwind it created not only scattered the magical light emanating from Ling Xiao, but also nearly dragged him into it and tore him to pieces.

As the battle continued, the magical power within Ling Xiao's body rapidly dissipated, like a river bursting its banks.

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

Moreover, the prolonged and intense battle had pushed his physical strength to the limit, his legs trembling slightly, as if he would collapse at any moment.

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Conversely, the Demon God seemed to have sensed Ling Xiao's intentions, and its attacks became even more frenzied. Its previously sluggish movements suddenly became agile, and its scythe flashed like black lightning.

They attacked Ling Xiao from various tricky angles, trying to completely corner him and prevent him from getting close to his weaknesses.

Ling Xiao knew that if the stalemate continued, failure was only a matter of time.

He gritted his teeth, pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and endured the exhaustion and pain in his body. He made a decision in his heart: no matter what, he would go all out and risk everything to seize what might be the only chance.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, cleared his mind of all distractions, and concentrated all his mental energy, trying to sense and gather the scattered elemental power from this chaotic and dangerous environment.

Inside the cave, the elements, already restless from the fierce battle, began to gravitate towards Ling Xiao under the pull of his powerful mental energy.

The fire element leaped around like joyful sprites, carrying intense heat, and quickly gathered around Ling Xiao.

The water element, in an invisible form, quietly merged into the air, surrounding Lingxiao and providing a gentle yet resilient boost to the impending magical attack.

The wind element howled, carrying a fierce momentum, spinning rapidly around Lingxiao, constantly accelerating the fusion between elements; the earth element steadily rose from the ground, transforming into heavy energy, stabilizing the foundation of the entire magic.

Ling Xiao's body hovered slightly in mid-air, enveloped in a layer of multicolored light. Amidst the flickering light, one could vaguely see the wondrous scene of various elements intertwining and colliding.

His hands moved rapidly in front of him, like nimble butterflies, each movement causing a violent fluctuation of elemental power.

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

Inside this energy sphere, countless dazzling rays of light, like imprisoned stars, crisscrossed and collided, releasing a terrifyingly powerful force.

The entire cave trembled violently due to this force, rocks kept falling from the ceiling, and deep cracks appeared on the ground.

The demon god seemed to sense the threat posed by this powerful force, and a hint of panic flashed in his originally confident eyes.

It let out a deafening roar, brandishing its scythe, and charged at Ling Xiao with even greater speed and ferocity, attempting to defeat him completely before he could complete his magic.

A black whirlwind, carrying the aura of death, enveloped Ling Xiao, but Ling Xiao seemed oblivious, still focused intently on maintaining the condensation of the energy ball.

Just as the demon was about to rush towards Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with determination and resolve.

He roared and, with the last ounce of strength in his body, launched the energy ball in his hand at the weak spot on the demon god's chest.

The energy ball, with overwhelming force, tore through the air, leaving a twisted black trail in its wake.

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

Seeing this, the demon hurriedly swung his scythe, attempting to block the fatal blow. The black mist, under the swing of the scythe,

It coalesced into an indestructible defensive barrier, yet, faced with the energy sphere that Ling Xiao had poured all his energy into, this barrier appeared so fragile.

The moment the energy sphere collided with the black mist barrier, it erupted with a light brighter than the sun.

The entire cave was illuminated by this light, as if it were daytime. Powerful energy fluctuations emanated from the point of impact, spreading wildly outwards and creating a devastating energy storm. Wherever the storm reached,

The stalactites and stalagmites inside the cave instantly turned to dust, and the rocks were torn into countless fragments that flew in all directions. Ling Xiao was blasted away by this powerful energy impact.

He slammed heavily against the cave wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood. But he ignored the excruciating pain in his body.

With his eyes fixed on the direction of the demon god, his heart was filled with trepidation and anticipation as he awaited the final outcome of this life-or-death struggle.

Servant, Familiar, Demon

Commander, General, Noble

Earl, Marquis, Duke

Grand Duke, Monarch, Emperor

A ninth-rank duke can compete for the throne of the Demon God.

The Abyss Demon Emperor bestowed titles upon the seventy-two pillar demon gods, calling them kings. These kings could then bestow titles of Grand Duke upon other members of their clan's ninth rank.

(End of this chapter)