From the dark cell, bursts of painful groans and desperate cries were heard, which were the last sounds of the poor lives tortured by the demons.
The dungeon is filled with a putrid smell, disgusting slime is flowing on the walls, and all kinds of strange creatures are crawling in the darkness. They feed on the pain of the prisoners and continue to grow and multiply.
"Not in there?"
Enzo raised his brows, a bit of surprise appearing on his face. According to the chip scan, Azmodan, the lord of Shadow Abyss City, did not seem to be in this palace.
Next to him, Supreme Sword Agan Zuo pondered for a moment.
Then, he whispered syllables in his mouth, and a crack appeared on his forehead, like a twisted sword, and opened like an eye.
In an instant, Forrest Gump had a panoramic view of the entire city.
He searched for signs of Azmodan.
Located on the edge of the city, there is a huge arena.
The arena is circular in shape, surrounded by towering stands. The stands are filled with demonic spectators, cheering and screaming crazily, looking forward to bloody battles one after another.
The ground in the arena is filled with hot magma, and contestants fighting in the magma not only have to face attacks from their opponents, but also have to withstand the high temperature and toxicity of the magma.
There are many forms of battles, including one-on-one life and death duels, melee battles between teams, and even life-and-death battles between wizards and demons. The fate of the losers is often extremely tragic, and they will be brutally devoured by the winners.
Or thrown to demon pets in the arena as food.
The sky of Shadow Abyss City is always shrouded in darkness, and lightning flashes from time to time in the dark clouds. The lightning illuminates the ferocious face of the city, but it is also instantly swallowed up by darkness.
There are various demonic creatures flying in the sky, and some of them are the demon lord's spies, responsible for monitoring every move in the city.
Some are looking for prey, ready to launch a surprise attack at any time.
"Here!"
Skyward Sword Supreme A-Gump narrowed his left eye slightly and noticed traces of Azmodan.
The opponent is currently in the Demon Arena, like a dark emperor, surrounded by many succubi, looking down at the Demon Arena below.
"Human! Fight!"
Azmodan's tone was cold, but there was a trace of madness in his eyes as he said, "Use your humble life to please me!"
At this moment, inside the Demon Arena.
In this huge and gloomy demon arena, a cruel life-and-death battle is going on in full swing.
Several wizards who were forcibly kidnapped by the demons were now in an extremely difficult situation, and were engaged in a desperate struggle with fierce demons.
These wizards are all accomplished in their respective fields of witchcraft. They wear colorful but torn robes and hold wands in their hands that symbolize their identity and power. However, in this devil's home field,
, their witchcraft light seems so weak.
"Damn it!"
Feeling the suppression of the rules around them, the faces of several wizards were quite ugly.
As soon as they were escorted into the arena, the demons in the surrounding stands burst out into a deafening roar and scream. The sound seemed to tear the entire sky apart in the arena. The eyes of the demons in the audience flashed.
The bloodthirsty light can't wait for the bloody show to begin.
"We have no choice but to fight hard!"
Among the wizards, the only immortal wizard pursed his lips, suppressed the feeling of despair in his heart, and said in a deep voice.
All the wizards behind him had solemn expressions on their faces.
For them, this life-and-death duel is unfair, and the probability of winning is extremely slim, but it is impossible to refuse.
The war between the wizarding world and the abyss world has been going on for a long time.
Both sides suffered losses. The expeditionary force killed a large number of demons, but at the same time, those powerful demon lords also captured wizards during the battle.
And wizards who fall into the hands of demons will most likely be devoured alive.
Like these wizards in the arena, those who survive by chance will also become tools for the pleasure of the demon lords.
One life-and-death duel after another awaits them.
No one knows how long they can persist. The only belief is that the expeditionary force will set foot on this land again.
However, given the current situation, the possibility is also very low.
While several wizards were thinking.
The battle horn sounded suddenly, and then, a Balrog as huge as a mountain slowly walked out from one side of the arena.
Its whole body was burning with raging hellfire, and every step it took on the ground left a scorched pit with black smoke.
The Balrog opened its bloody mouth and let out a roar. The heat wave mixed with the strong smell of sulfur rushed towards their faces, making the wizards almost suffocate.
Demon Lord, Balor Balrog!
"Everyone, be careful!"
The wizards reacted quickly and began to cast defensive magic.
One of the older gray-haired wizards waved his wand and muttered something, and a blue water curtain instantly unfolded in front of everyone, trying to resist the high temperature invasion of the Balrog.
The other wizards were not to be outdone and used their own defensive spells one after another.
Some summoned small whirlwinds under their feet to temporarily levitate everyone and avoid direct contact with the hot ground. Some wizards simply laid a shimmering magic barrier around them to enhance the overall defense.
"Come on, Sidon!"
In the auditorium of the arena, Azmodan burst out laughing, and then waved his hand, signaling the Balor Balrog to kill these wizards.
The Balor Fire Demon Sidon roared and immediately attacked the wizards.
He suddenly waved his huge arm, and his flaming fist hit the wizards' shields like a burning meteorite.
boom!
With a loud noise, the water curtain shield suddenly fluctuated violently, splashing countless water splashes, and cracks even began to appear in some places near the edge.
The wizards gritted their teeth and tried their best to inject magic power into the shield. Their foreheads were covered with big beads of sweat. They knew that once the shield broke, they would be met with disaster.
"Scarlet Arrow!"
At this time, another red-haired wizard saw the opportunity.
Taking advantage of the gap between Balrog's attack shield, the top of the wand in his hand flashed, and a blazing red light shot into Balrog's eyes like a sharp arrow.
The Balor Fire Demon was in pain and roared angrily.
Suddenly, his attack became more violent and violent, continuously spraying flame pillars towards the shield. The demon lord's power exploded, and the flame pillars hit the shield, making a crackling sound, and sparks flying everywhere.
Just for a moment.
In this fierce offensive and defensive battle, the wizards gradually felt powerless.
Under the constraints of the chaotic rules of the abyss world, their magic power is constantly being consumed, but the power of the Balor Fire Demon seems to be endless.
"Death, wizards!"
Suddenly, the Balor Fire Demon laughed ferociously, and then jumped up high, pressing his whole body against the wizards' shields like a burning sun.
This time, the shield could no longer withstand such huge pressure.
Click!
The aftermath of the Balor Balrog's attack sent the wizards flying in all directions.
A young blond wizard reacted a little slower and was directly hit by the flames of the Balrog. His body was instantly wrapped in flames and he screamed in pain.
Under the burning of the flames, his skin quickly carbonized, and he fell to the ground rolling and struggling, but soon became motionless, and his life disappeared in the demonic flames.
The remaining wizards witnessed the tragic death of their companions, feeling both sad and angry in their hearts.
But they also know that there is no way out at this moment, they can only fight to the death.
A trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the wizard in black robes. He held the wand tightly with both hands, plunged the wand into the ground, and recited an ancient and obscure spell.
As the mantra was chanted, the ground began to tremble violently, and black vines burst out of the ground, quickly wrapping around the limbs of Barro Balrog like spiritual snakes.
The Balor Balrog was restrained by the vines. During its struggle, the flames on its body kept burning the vines, but these vines seemed to have tenacious vitality, becoming tighter and tighter.
"Come on! I can't hold on for long!"
The black-robed wizard shouted, using this kind of technique at this moment would be a huge burden for him, and he wouldn't be able to sustain it for long.
Seeing this, other wizards launched attacks one after another.
The white-robed wizard waved his wand, summoning countless sharp ice cones, which shot towards the Balrog like raindrops; another bald wizard condensed a huge purple magic ball on the Balrog's head, and the magic ball contained powerful compression.
Once the magic power breaks out, its power cannot be underestimated.
However, Balor Balrog is the strong leader of the lord after all.
He just exerted force suddenly, and the flames on his body instantly increased several times, burning all the vines wrapped around him.
Immediately afterwards, he opened his mouth and spit out a huge fire bomb. The fire bomb flew straight towards the bald wizard who was condensing the magic ball.
The bald wizard was unable to dodge and was hit by a fire bomb. He was blown away and fell heavily to the ground. His life or death was unknown.
The next moment, the Balor Fire Demon roared again.
The terrifying flames dissipated like a tide, and the arena seemed to turn into a sea of fire. The intense energy offensive made several wizards fall unwillingly.
At this time, there were only three wizards left on the battlefield struggling to hold on.
They looked at each other, saw determination and despair in each other's eyes, and immediately decided to perform a joint witchcraft, which was their last hope.
"Let's try it!"
"If that doesn't work, let's go on the road together!"
As the three wizards spoke, they formed a triangle, pointed their wands at the center, and recited a long and complicated spell in unison.
As the spells were chanted, powerful magical light began to gather at the top of their wands, and the light became more and more powerful, gradually forming a huge colorful witchcraft vortex.
The witchcraft vortex contains the power of the three elements of wind, water, and earth, roaring towards the Balrog.
The Balor Demon felt this powerful magical power and did not dare to underestimate it.
"Oh? It's interesting!"
In the audience, a hint of interest appeared on Azmodan's face, although in his eyes, these wizards and the Balor Balrog were all ant-like characters.
But at this moment, Azmodan was a little surprised by the spells that the wizards had combined together.
Perhaps out of desperation, the three wizards went all out, thus erupting with power that was not at their level.
At the same time, on the other side.
A strange light flashed in the eyes of Balor Balor, and he concentrated all the flames in his body in front of him, forming a thick flame shield, and then rushed up against the witchcraft whirlpool.
When the witchcraft vortex collided with the flame shield, the entire arena was shrouded in dazzling light. In the light, there were roars of energy collisions, and the powerful impact spread to all sides. Some people in the stands
The demon audience was shaken by this force.
Under the cover of the light, no one could clearly see the specific situation on the battlefield.
When the light gradually dissipated, people saw the Balor Balrog kneeling on one knee. The flame shield on its body had been broken. Its body was also injured in many places, and dark red demon blood was flowing.
And the three wizards all fell to the ground, their magic power exhausted, and they were dying.
"What a waste!"
In the audience, Azmodan looked gloomy.
The strength of Balor's flame demon Sidon is stronger than these wizards, and he is also blessed by the power of the rules of the abyss world.
But now, such a situation has emerged.
Azmodan was really dissatisfied.
"Did you survive?"
In the arena, the three wizards looked pale, feeling that their lives were in danger, and they all felt like they were surviving a disaster.
Regardless, they at least persisted until the end.
According to past rules, the surviving wizards will be imprisoned in the dungeon again to recuperate and wait for the next battle.
This also means that several wizards can still live.
And living, for them, means hope!
Just when everyone thought everything was about to end, the voice of Demon Lord Azmodan came from above the arena.
"Seton, your performance makes me very dissatisfied!"
Upon hearing these cold words, Barlow the Flame Demon Sidon immediately felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart and couldn't help but tremble.
As Azmodan finished speaking, a group of smaller but extremely fast shadow demons poured out from all corners of the arena, rushing towards the center like a black tide.
"No! Master!"
Barlow Flame Demon Sidon let out a scream and wailed, "Please, please give me another chance..."
Before he could finish his words, the Shadow Demon had already pounced forward and tore Lord Sidon, the Balor Fire Demon, into pieces.
Immediately afterwards, these shadow demons turned their heads and looked at the three wizards.
"Damn, this is..."
The three wizards looked at the scene in front of them in despair. They had no strength to resist anymore.
Originally, I thought that the battle was over, but it seems that Azmodan does not intend to follow the previous rules.
The next moment, the shadow demons rushed up and drowned them instantly. In a burst of shrill screams, the wizards' lives were ruthlessly ended, and their souls were swallowed by the shadow demons, becoming the demons in this demon arena.
Another batch of victims.
The demons cheered and celebrated wildly in the stands, and the arena floor stained red with blood seemed to silently tell the tragedy of the tragic battle that had just occurred.