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Wang Que's salt crystal storm wrapped around the metal joints of the Demon King's armor like a living thing, making a teeth-grinding corrosion sound.

"This is so true!"

Tartaglia laughed wildly and tore through the entangled salt crystals, and the double blades suddenly merged into a longbow of intertwined thunder and water.

As the bowstring vibrated, three arrows with the [Stop Flow] mark wrapped around them came flying in a triangular shape—"Rain Curtain Arrows"!

Wang Que's pupils suddenly shrank, and the broken octahedron rose up in a rapid rotation.

The salt layer on the ground suddenly bulged to form a three-sided prism, accurately intercepting the arrow's trajectory.

And in the refraction of the salt crystal prism, Tartaglia's teleporting figure gradually became clear.

The arrows were just a pretext to attract Wang Que's attention; he himself was the killer move.

The double-edged blade in his hand burst out with lightning, piercing Wang Que's throat, but was blocked by the suddenly crystallized air the moment it touched his skin.

Wang Que groaned. It was not easy for him to forcibly exert authority.

However, this is also an opportunity.

Blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his right hand was already pressing on the Demon King Armor's chest: "Salt Erosion!"

Countless salt crystals proliferated crazily in the gaps between the armor, and Tartaglia realized that the flow of elements within the Demon King's armor was being forcibly blocked.

'This can't go on.'

Tartaglia's combat instinct told him that if these salt crystals continued to erode the Demon King's armor, something bad would definitely happen.

Without hesitation, the terrifying elemental power within the Demon King's armed forces erupted.

The shockwave from the thunder and water elemental explosion sent both of them flying, bringing with it a chain of lightning.

I got an electric shock.

In mid-air, the young master swung out his spinning double blades, and the Thunder Wheel shattered all the salt pillars along the way and chased after Wang Que, using the "Lightning Spear" for the second stage of pursuit!

The Thunder Wheel tore through the salt pillar and rushed towards his face, but Wang Que suddenly twisted his body while flying backwards, and his bloody right hand slashed in the air -

"Give it to me, broken!"

The salt element fluctuated violently.

The salt crystals that suddenly rose from the ground twisted suddenly, turning into countless pale chains that wrapped around the thunder wheel. The moment the chains collided with the lightning, they wrapped around the thunder wheel layer by layer like a living thing, crushing the thunder wheel into scattered arcs of electricity.

Tartaglia's pupils shrank slightly, but she saw Wang Que take advantage of the momentum to flip over and land on the ground, his left hand already pressing on the cracked rock wall: "Don't underestimate me, Tartaglia."

next moment,

"Boom——!"

The entire rock wall collapsed into salt sand under Wang Que's salt erosion, rushing towards Tartaglia like a white torrent.

For a moment, it seemed as if the Milky Way had turned upside down, with salt crystals pouring down from the sky.

Tartaglia sneered. Underestimate? No, he had never underestimated Wang Que.

If I underestimate Wang Que, what does it matter to me, who was once "sold" by him?

With a wave of his hand, the double-edged spear that had been shattered by the thunder wheel appeared in his hand again. The thunder and water elements intertwined into a vortex at the tip of the blade, and the leaping electric light splashed the surrounding air with a burnt smell.

A huge vortex of thunder and water instantly covered most of the battlefield and collided directly with the pouring salt and sand torrent.

moment.

The entire area was filled with the creepy sound of corrosion.

The salt sand was evaporated into salt water mist by the thunder water, while the edge of the vortex was continuously crystallized by salt crystals.

The confrontation between the two sides caused the surrounding environment to begin to change.

The surrounding ground continued to crystallize.

There are salt white colors and also charred black colors caused by the spread of lightning.

The confrontation lasted only three breaths.

Tartaglia was the first to break through.

The Demon King's weapon's internal drive erupted, and he broke through the salt mist like a meteor.

The double blades dragged a ten-meter-long tail of thunder and water flames towards Wang Que's head.

Wang Que suddenly withdrew his strength and leaned back. The broken octahedron spun rapidly in his palm. Everything around it was salted and then quickly climbed onto Wang Que's body.

Moves? No, Wang Que never needed moves. With power in his hands, everything was done as he pleased.

Although the battle with Tartaglia was difficult, Wang Que also benefited a lot.

Some combat inspirations began to emerge.

At the moment before the sharp blade was about to hit him, Wang Que had been wrapped in the diamond-shaped salt coffin.

"Qiang——!"

The young master slashed the suddenly solidified diamond-shaped salt coffin with his double blades, and there was a sound of metal clashing.

The next moment, the salt coffin exploded into countless sharp fragments, each of which reflected the lightning and stabbed back at Tartaglia.

Sparks suddenly flew from the joints of the Demon King's armor, but the Young Master did not retreat but advanced instead, using the impact of the fragments to spin around and kick with a whip kick, and the metal boots wrapped in lightning hit Wang Que's waist and abdomen directly!

"boom!"

Wang Que was kicked away and broke three salt pillars. He fell heavily to the ground, smashing a piece of stone.

But he suddenly raised his head amidst the rubble, his bloodstained lips curled into a sneer: "The mark has been planted, and I finally caught you."

Tartaglia suddenly discovered that a cluster of salt crystals had attached to the place where she kicked Wang Que, and was now spreading wildly along the leg armor.

What was even more deadly was that the previously scattered salt crystals reorganized into hundreds of suspended prisms in the air, completely surrounding him.

The next moment.

Countless salt cones appeared in front of the prism, shooting out continuously like a rainstorm.

These salt cones seemed to have automatic aiming, forcing Tartaglia to dodge and stab at them quickly.

Tartaglia was instantly surrounded by salt cones.

For a moment, the Demon King's armed forces made a buzzing sound under the intensive bombardment, unable to bear the heavy burden.

Not far away, blood oozed from the corners of Wang Que's mouth, but his eyes were bright: "Finally held him back."

With a murmur, Wang Que held up the incomplete octahedron, and power poured into it continuously.

Prepare to open big.

Noble and sacred fluctuations continuously emanate from the incomplete octahedron.

The surrounding environment, elements, and even the rules that run the world,

Everything is constantly pouring towards salt.

"We've just come up with this research conclusion, and now we can put it to the test, Tartaglia. You should feel honored."

The pupils gradually turned salty white,

Wang Que held up the incomplete octahedron, and his body gradually floated in the air. His life energy was swallowed up by the broken octahedron like a flood.

The devil-like majesty gradually spread over Wang Que.

At this moment, he is the master of the power of salt.

"Sacrifice me, the departed divine, and return from the earth's veins."

The incomplete octahedron suddenly exploded, and the endless salt-white color enveloped everything around it like vast sunlight.

Salt, gradually engulfing everything.

More and more existence is being transformed into the power of salt.

A sound of overwhelming pressure began to be heard from deep within the earth's veins, as if some terrifying existence was moving in the opposite direction.

However, Tartaglia was not at all moved by Wang Que's words.

Having withstood the initial salt cone attack, he has regained control of the rhythm of the battle.

The double blades danced continuously, breaking the salt cones one after another.

Above the Demon King's armor, terrifying lightning gradually accumulated.

"That's powerful enough."

"Wang Que, I admit that I underestimated you."

"You're not a mean person anymore."

Tartaglia was full of fighting spirit, not caring at all about the great terror brewing in the distance.

Laughing wildly and dancing with both blades, the lightning on the Demon King's armour seemed to have accumulated enough.

next moment,

Tartaglia's demon king weapon was completely released, the dual elements of thunder and water intertwined around his body, and the violent electric current wrapped around his double-edged spear like a giant python, and every swing brought up a dazzling flash of lightning.

His pupils flashed scarlet light, and a proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth——

"Come on, let me see if your salt can stop me!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up, holding the double-edged spear high, and the sky was covered with lightning.

"boom--!!"

Lightning exploded, and salt crystal prisms in the air shattered.

The prism strike group constructed by Wang Que was directly penetrated.

Then,

The Demon King's armed vehicle roared, and Tartaglia turned into a terrifying lightning bolt and fell down with a bang.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was engulfed in dazzling lightning. Countless lightning bolts fell from the sky like mad dragons. The earth trembled and the air was ionized, emitting a pungent smell of burning.

The salt on half of the battlefield was turned to nothingness.

Only a hint of salty burntness proved they had ever existed.

With one move, Tartaglia did not stop his action. Endless mines gathered on the double-edged spear in his hand.

The sharp edge was pointed directly at Wang Que who was holding the incomplete octahedron in mid-air.

"Hahaha, Wang Que, here I come!"

Laughing wildly, Tartaglia exerted a little force on his legs, causing the Demon King's armor to crack with an unbearable sound.

But Tartaglia didn't seem to care.

He jumped out suddenly, and a huge hole was kicked out on the ground.

His figure seemed to teleport and appeared next to Wang Que.

The double-edged spear swept across, and the terrifying dual elements of thunder and water chained together. Under the electric shock, the lightning dissipated.

Wang Que could almost smell the strange odor caused by the reaction between thunder and water.

but.

There was no trace of emotion in the salty white eyes.

With both hands lifted up, the incomplete octahedron slowly rotated, and the sacred power fell.

“Everything returns to the salt tide.”

Like a chant, the power of salt erupted.

Under the gaze of Tartaglia's suddenly contracted pupils, the salt-white color began to spread from the tip of the thunder and water double blades.

It seems slow, but it is actually fast.

In just a breath of time, it had spread to where his hand was holding.

A sense of crisis suddenly erupted.

Tartaglia retreated violently and appeared dozens of meters away in an instant.

Looking at the salt dust falling from his gauntlets and the severely damaged Winter Star, Tartaglia's face was solemn: "The power of authority..."

"You don't want your life?"