Zhou Ming controlled the ice cicada to continuously attack the furious demon.

The completely disordered and insubstantial attack made the Raging Demon unable to fight back.

Although it has good intelligence, it doesn't seem to be able to understand this more abstract and strange attack method.

The limit of use of the spell has long been exceeded. Zhou Ming is now overdrawing his body, and the consequence of this is to accelerate the body's alienation, but it doesn't matter now... No matter what, he wants to kill this monster!

For the first time, the Raging Demon showed a painful posture. It knelt on the ground, released the stone knife in its right hand and kept scratching on its body, as if it was struggling pointlessly before death, but its roar was still only anger and did not contain other emotions. It was like

The embodiment of anger, regardless of everything, even one's own life is not considered.

"Just die like this!" Zhou Ming growled, with a cheerful smile on his lips.

The furious demon lowered its head, its roar gradually became deeper, and the resistance of its hands gradually became slower, but it seemed to have sensed Zhou Ming's huge threat to it.

The next second, the furious demon suddenly stopped its never-ending roar, but its body lit up an orange color, and a dazzling light like high-temperature old iron emerged from the gaps in the wound.

The ice cicadas were still cutting into the body of the furious demon, but those ice cicadas began to melt one after another. What flowed out of the furious demon's body was no longer bright red blood, but a liquid like magma, which dripped on the ground and made a "sizzling" sound.

There was a soft sound of "sizzling", and there were burnt black marks.

"Ho ho ho ho ho!!"

The furious demon suddenly raised its head and let out a deafening roar. The devil's horn above its head lit up with a dazzling red light. The amount of bleeding all over its body began to increase, and the blood was all magma.

The high temperature dried the approaching ice cicada, and the raging wind and snow evaporated around it into billowing white mist.

The people in the carriage were shocked. They thought Zhou Ming had finally killed the Furious Demon, but in the end, the Furious Demon could become stronger again! Is this guy immortal?

The despair was like dark ink dripping into clear water, instantly permeating everyone's hearts. At this moment, eighteen minutes had passed since the time to get off the bus, which was nearly ten minutes longer than the time to deal with the Sloth Demon. If they had fought with the Sloth Demon,

After fighting for so long, the entire army should have been wiped out.

Zhou Ming was also shocked. The ice-cold cicada had lost its lethality against the furious demon and would be evaporated into water vapor when it came close. But now he has no fear. There is only stubborn anger left in his heart. He must kill it.

Angry demon!

Red door, open the red door?

The White Dragon King, who had been lying in the corner, suddenly stood up with one palm on the ground. It turned out that he was not dead, but had fainted.

The first time he stood up, he looked at the Furious Demon, then raised his head to the sky and roared, venting his furious emotions to his heart's content.

This sound seemed to wake up the single nobleman on the other side. The single nobleman who was only slightly injured also got up cursing.

Seeing this, Zhou Ming gave up the idea of ​​opening the red door.

It's not the last moment yet. If you open the red door, you will lose the power to cooperate with them. Now you can still fight hard!

The lava blood of the furious demon seemed to drip endlessly and began to spread around. The temperature of the fifty-meter-square cube space began to rise sharply. Zhou Ming dispersed the cold mist and enveloped the single nobleman who was closer to him.

Keep him from passing out from the heat.

On the other side, the White Dragon King held a knife in one hand and ran hard in the direction of Zhou Ming. He suddenly jumped into the air, and the icicles under his feet were pulled up from the ground, pushing him to jump towards the shoulders of the angry demon.

Zhou Ming roared like a barbarian and charged forward with his ice sword.

Like the White Dragon King, he stepped on the icicles constructed out of thin air, using the ice as a springboard to slash at the Raging Demon's shoulder.

The two people, who were on the verge of losing control of their emotions, developed an unprecedented tacit understanding at this moment. The ice sword and the slender ice sword simultaneously cut into the joint connecting the Raging Demon's shoulder and arm.

The White Dragon King struck out first, splitting the flesh with one blow. High-temperature lava splashed out from the wound and sprayed on his armor, and the ice armor began to melt.

Zhou Ming saw the gap between the bones in the wound of the Furious Demon. He held the sword with both hands and inserted the ice sword with force!

The ice sword began to melt when it came into contact with the high-temperature flesh and blood, almost advancing as it melted.

Zhou Ming continued to extend the length of the ice sword, making it advance faster than the melting speed. He gripped the end of the ice sword and used force to pry open the gap between the bones, causing veins to pop out on his forehead.

The two of them had no balance under their feet, but they both chose to freeze their feet on the monster's shoulders to maintain the stability of their bodies.

The palm of the angry demon slapped the two people on their shoulders.

At this moment, the two of them could not escape, but the huge palm was blocked by an invisible barrier!

Below, the single nobles tried their best to get close to them in order to get into the distance to cast spells.

The blood of the furious demon accumulated into a pool of lava. The distance was so close that the temperature of the single noble's location might be hundreds of degrees.

The exposed skin of the single noble became as red as a roasted pig's trotter, and blisters quickly appeared on the surface. The blisters burst, and the blood inside was dried the moment it flowed out. The wound also quickly turned black and emitted protein.

The stench of burning.

He stared at Zhou Ming and the two of them and yelled crazily, his voice was hoarse and he was still cursing.

At this moment, the emotions of the three people seemed to be welded together, and they all had only one goal - to kill this monster!

"ah!!"

Zhou Ming pushed with all his strength, and the bones finally separated completely.

The Raging Demon's arm was finally disabled, with only some rubber bands connecting the arm and shoulder.

The White Dragon King slashed with his blade again, completely cutting off the arm.

"Ho ho ho ho!"

The furious demon roared like crazy, its eyes suddenly turned red, and then it shot a superhuman blood-red laser!

The laser followed its sight, cutting through the ground and magma, and quickly passed over the single noble's body in an irregular arc.

The body of the single nobleman was split into two, and his upper body was directly roasted into charcoal, and then fell to the ground and shattered into powder.

The lower body was still standing next to the magma pile. After standing still for a short time, the magma blood was poured into it and turned into flames.

The moment before he died, he stretched out his hands to keep building a barrier, but the barrier he built did not protect himself, he protected Zhou Ming and the two.

The furious demon killed the single nobleman with his laser sight, then turned directly to look at Zhou Ming and the White Dragon King on his shoulders.

The White Dragon King slashed at the furious demon's neck desperately, and blood gushed out like a spring...or rather, lava surged wildly.

The spurted high-temperature blood splashed on the White Dragon King's right leg, but he didn't realize it. He held the sword with his chest and cut the melted ice sword deeply into his neck.
Chapter completed!