The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

A massive shockwave swept across the area, sending flying rocks scattering like bullets.

However, when these stones struck the Phoenix Cloth on Venus's body, they were crushed into dust.

Vina dusted himself off and turned his gaze away from the fierce battle raging in the distance towards Tissa. "Then so be it."

Before he finished speaking, he had already drawn the Seven Star Sword and clashed with Leog.

The Demon of Strength's body is comparable to steel; the sound of metal colliding with muscle is deafening.

Even with Vener's agile swordsmanship, he could only leave shallow scars on her thick skin.

These wounds heal before they even have a chance to bleed, as if they had never existed.

In terms of regenerative ability alone, it is no less than that of the Undead Demon, no wonder it has been able to break through the sieges of the Holy Knights many times.

"Is all you can do is buzz around like a fly?!" A hint of annoyance flashed in Leog's eyes.

Viner was so fast that even without using its flight ability, its agility on flat ground made it difficult to catch.

Leog had encountered such agile enemies before, but unlike Venus, they did not have the protection of the Phoenix Cloth. Even without a direct hit, the aftershocks of their punches were enough to severely injure a human's fragile body.

The grand pronouncements made earlier have now become empty talk.

“It’s better than a punching bag, isn’t it?” Viner retorted sarcastically.

He sidestepped Leog's heavy punch, then flipped his wrist and swung his sword at the opponent's ribs.

The blade grazed the skin, leaving a shallow wound, which healed quickly.

Wiener did not rush to attack, but instead used the opportunity of the entanglement to observe Leoger's movements.

Having witnessed the battles of all the Holy Sword Trialists, he was no longer the desperate fighter who relied on his three basic moves to defeat his opponents.

Through deliberate experimentation, Wiener discovered that even with the same injuries, Leoger's recovery speed was not consistent.

If the recovery speed is simply getting slower and slower, it can be explained by fatigue.

However, Leoger's recovery was irregular, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, which naturally alerted Wiener.

Soon, Wiener's gaze fell on Leoger's steps.

"I see. As long as one stands on the ground, recovery can be accelerated?" Viner understood instantly.

He distanced himself, put away his weapon, and adopted a relaxed and casual demeanor.

"What do you mean?" Leo Zhang sensed a conspiracy.

“I just think it’s a bit too boring to bully unarmed guys.” Viner beckoned to Leog provocatively.

"You guy!"

How could Leog withstand such provocation? It roared and swung its fist straight at Viner's face.

"Snapped!"

Their fists collided violently, producing a dull thud.

Leog remained motionless, while Viner was jolted backward several centimeters, his feet carving two shallow tracks in the ground.

"This power is truly terrifying," Viner thought to himself.

Even if he transforms the power of the demonic entanglement into the emblem of wealth, and with the amplification provided by the Phoenix Cloth, he is still no match for Leog in terms of pure power.

Fortunately, it's not irreparable.

"With so little strength, haven't you eaten?" Vena mocked again.

Leoger, who had intended to praise Wiener for finally being able to fight like a man, was completely enraged by this remark.

It roared and threw another punch, its speed breaking through the sound barrier.

Having anticipated this, Wiener chose to retaliate with an elbow strike.

With a muffled thud, the two immense forces collided.

Unlike before, this time Leog suffered a silent loss, taking two steps back before regaining his balance.

Vena kept saying he didn't want to bully Leoger because he was unarmed, but wasn't the holy armor he was wearing also a weapon?

This elbow strike shattered Leog's finger bones.

"Does it hurt?" Vina asked jokingly.

He had already seen through it: although Leog possessed superhuman strength, his movements were completely haphazard and relied more on instinct.

Since that's the case, let me show you human technology.

“It doesn’t hurt at all.” Leog gritted his teeth, his voice trembling slightly with anger and humiliation.

Even though the hand injury healed quickly, the psychological frustration weighed on my heart like a boulder.

Its mind kept replaying Viner's actions, and it seemed to understand something.

"Drink!" Leog launched another attack, mimicking Viner's previous elbow strike with remarkable accuracy.

It thought it could turn the tide, but it didn't realize that Wiener was only defending with his elbow, instead of launching an attack without any preparation.

As Viner caught Leo with his arm wide open, she leaned down and snuggled into his embrace.

"what?"

By the time Leoger reacted, his body had already been thrown into the air by a tremendous force.

Once it leaves the ground, its unparalleled power is rapidly dissipating, and Venere clearly won't let this opportunity pass.

In an instant, his fists rained down like a storm, shattering every bone in Leog's body.

"Cough!" Leog couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.

Its injuries made it even more alert.

Although the injury was painful, it was not fatal. As long as it could land and catch its breath for a while, Leog believed he could regroup.

But when it looked down at the ground, it found that Vena suddenly had a knuckle duster in her hand, which exuded the aura that demons hated most.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

Chapter 610 Crimson Knight

How could Feuerz not notice the battle unfolding on the other side? He could only curse Leog inwardly for being such a fool who couldn't even handle such a small matter.

Although the Flame Knights led by Tilisa were highly skilled, they were ultimately fighting within the mental barrier of the Army Demon.

Although they could gain a brief advantage, they still lacked the ability to turn their advantage into a victory when faced with the endless stream of demonic troops who could return to the battlefield even after being reduced to ashes.

As long as the battle reaches a stalemate, the scales of victory will eventually tip in Feuerius's favor.

But Viña shattered his plan with his fists.

The Demon of Strength, who had been brutally beaten into a demonic blood spirit, was beyond help. To reverse the situation, he had no choice but to take a desperate gamble.

Feus slowed down, falling to the rear of the demon army, and an invisible command was issued.

The demon soldier who was engaged in a head-on battle with Tilisa was suddenly enveloped in thick black energy, and his previously methodical attack suddenly became frantic and chaotic.

They no longer dodge the Flame Knight's fiery blades, nor do they try to protect themselves.

Even with their chests pierced and limbs severed, these soldiers still pounced on their targets like mad beasts, clinging to their opponents' bodies with all their might.

"Boom boom boom——!"

The continuous explosions completely engulfed Tilisa and her Crimson Knights.

"You bastard, don't you have any other tricks up your sleeve besides self-destruction?!"

Having just dealt with the Demon of Strength, Vena was still catching her breath when she witnessed this scene, and couldn't help but growl angrily.

Feus remained silent, simply directing his soldiers to carry out a saturation self-destruction.

For those Flame Knights who are entirely composed of magic essence, this tactic of pure attrition is undoubtedly the most effective way to counter them.

Although this move is quite taxing on it, the demon's inherent strength is enough to support it in this exchange.

Killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own is not an unacceptable price to pay, as long as the objective can be achieved.

Once he sensed that the Flame Knight's aura had completely disappeared, Felius swung his longsword again, and the remaining demon soldiers seemed to teleport to his side, blocking Vena's attack.

"You don't understand. The essence of war is exchange. If she hadn't bought you time with her life, how would you have had the chance to defeat that guy Leog?" Feus said coldly.

Soldiers who self-destruct cannot be brought back to life.

In order to quickly deal with Tilisa, it was forced to expend extra power.

If the enemy continues to hold their ground and run away from now on, it will be difficult for me to defeat them before the demon army's forces are defeated.

Feuerius deliberately uttered this statement to provoke Venus's anger.

Unfortunately, it overlooked one thing.

Vena sneered, smashing the demon soldier blocking his way into dust with a single punch. Then, he raised his hand and shouted, "Zhi Dian Zha Na!"

Upon hearing this call, Zhādānzhāna, who was already lying on the ground, instantly emerged from the black mist and landed steadily in Vína's hands.

Not everyone is like Venus, protected by the Phoenix Cloth.

As long as one is still a human being of flesh and blood, one absolutely cannot withstand the power of a series of self-destructions.

But Feuerius never imagined that Tissa's true form was no longer human.

The grand gift it prepared was simply to deplete the magic energy that Tilisa had accumulated during this period, without causing any fundamental damage.

"I've already demonstrated how to deal with this demon. The rest is up to you," Tissa's voice echoed in Venus's mind.

"Ah, don't worry."

A slight smile played on Viner's lips; he had already seen through the true nature of this mental image barrier.

Soldiers against soldiers, against generals.

Only in this way can the suppression from the barrier be reduced.

As long as Feus has one soldier remaining, it will not suffer any harm.

Then let's just wipe them all out.

"Let me show you my knightly order as well."

Venus swung her sword at a feather of the Phoenix Cloth.

The amber-like, crystal-clear feathers transformed into blazing red lotuses the moment they hit the ground. Amidst the raging flames, twelve cavalrymen, wielding long spears and clad in heavy armor, slowly appeared.

"This guy doesn't even deserve to be called a knightly order?"

Feus was somewhat disdainful, seemingly looking down on the Crimson Knight summoned by Vena.

The strength of an army is closely related to the number of soldiers commanded by the commander, but more is not necessarily better.

Feld spent his life in the military, and his army could only accommodate a thousand men. If the number exceeded this, he would not be able to command them effectively.

The power of the Demon of the Army is enough to encompass thousands of troops, and the more soldiers under his command, the more terrifying the increase becomes.

If it weren't for Leog's presence increasing the burden on the demon army, these thousand demon soldiers would have been far from Feuerius's limit.

It was precisely because Tilisa was able to raise a hundred cavalrymen under the suppression of the mental image barrier that Feuerius took a liking to her.

However, the dozen or so cavalrymen that Vener summoned were at most the size of a mercenary group.

"The quality of soldiers is more important than their quantity."

Wiener knew his own limitations; being able to command a small team was already his limit, and imitation was not his forte.

Fortunately, Feuerius's army had been reduced to 90% of its initial strength.

The knight summoned by the Phoenix Cloth might be under pressure to take on a hundred, but fighting ten would be a piece of cake.

"Crimson Knights, charge!"

"Let these lowly humans see the might of my demonic army!"

The two gave the orders almost simultaneously.

But what happened next made Feuerius's face turn extremely ugly.

Despite being inferior to the demon soldiers in both numbers and aura, the Crimson Lotus Knights each possessed a set of spear techniques at the level of a spear saint.

When faced with absolute skill, ten times the quantity seems somewhat insignificant.