Muria looked at the giant claw made of black flames that was grabbing at him. There was indifference in the golden dragon eyes, with a hint of ridicule. He himself no longer remembered the big demon of the second level of soul.
How many people have been killed at the Abyss Training Ground in the past twelve years?
The golden dragon stretched out a dragon claw, and the thunder and dragon flames surged around the body, completely wrapping his claw. From a distance, his dragon claw seemed to have become several times thicker at this moment.
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"Boom!" Black sparks splashed and fell on the ground, corroding the ground like acid, making a "sizzling" sound. Muria smashed the attack of the goat-horned demon to pieces with a claw, and looked at it in astonishment.
In the middle, the golden dragon claws hit its ugly head, and "Boom!" The sound of broken bones and the sound of heavy objects breaking through the air were heard together.
"How is that possible?" Black and gray blood swayed in the air, and the horned demon drew a wonderful parabola in the air, and finally crashed to the ground, drawing a ravine hundreds of meters long on the ground, and this ravine was
In the middle, little black flames clung to it and burned, burning the originally smooth ravines into pits.
"Cough! Cough!" The goat-horned demon staggered to its feet, its neck twisted at a very weird angle. It was swatted away by Muria's claws. Not only that, its head was almost blown away by Muria's brute force.
It was bent almost 180 degrees.
The goat-horned demon coughed and vomited blood, then stretched out a pair of claws covered with scales and black hair, held his head, and straightened it with a "click!"
"Hiss! It hurts me to death." The goat-horned demon gasped. One of its devil horns was broken off. One side of its head was sunken and severely distorted. One of its eyes protruded from the socket, as if
It looks like it will explode at any time, making its already ugly sheep head even more disgusting.
"It won't hurt soon." Behind it, a voice without any emotion sounded, and at the same time, an explosion sound was heard as the air was forced open.
Although the goat-horned demon's body was burning with flames, it could not feel any warmth. A biting coldness swept through its body, making it feel cold all over. This was not cold, but when its demonic body faced a fatal threat.
, an instinctive reaction.
Six pure black soul rings emerged behind it. In the soul rings, there were faint faces of tiny creatures struggling in them. The wailing sounds of souls came from them, the fear aura spread, and the black flames became stronger.
It grew so vigorously that it corroded the air and made a "sizzling" sound.
...After Muria saw the goat-horned demon being knocked away by one of his claws, the spiritual light beneath his body shone, a super-large portal was formed, the dragon wings flapped, and he fell directly into it.
Then, a portal of the same size formed behind the goat-horned demon. Muria's slender and majestic dragon body emerged from the portal, accounting for almost half of his dragon body. The tip of the tail was as long as a diamond-shaped gun blade.
, with the wind and thunder, it was drawn towards the sheep-horned demon's severely deformed and twisted head.
"Death struggle!" Muria saw the soul ring behind the ram-horned demon that seemed to be composed of the souls of the dead. Her anger rose. The soul on the demon's soul ring was not an illusory thing, but was extracted from the living being and imprisoned it.
superior.
"Bang!" Accompanied by intensive breaking sounds, there was a final sound like a fruit exploding, broken bones, white viscous liquid... messy things splashed all over the ground in a fan shape, extremely bloody and violent, and then the goat-horned demon
The headless demonic body staggered and fell to the ground.
At the irregular fractures in the neck of the goat-horned devil, tendons, blood vessels, muscles, etc. are squirming, extending upward, and growing again, as if trying to restore the most important missing components.
"Whoa!" Muria flicked the dragon's tail, which was as sharp as a diamond-shaped gun blade, surrounded by dragon flames, and slashed across the headless body of the goat-horned demon, splitting it into countless pieces, and the dragon flames enveloped it,
Destroy all vitality and turn it into ashes.
Muria, in the form of a dragon, disregarded the defense of the second-level soul soul demon, and whipped the head of the horned demon with a flick of the dragon's tail. Because, compared to the dragon's claws, the tail can better exert the dragon's tyrannical physical strength.
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Muria struck a soul-level demon into ashes with three strikes. Just like a prelude, the giant dragons hovering in the sky fell one after another and began to engage in close combat with the demons who survived the spell attack.
Compared to attacking with spells, five-color dragons prefer close combat. The younger the five-color dragons are, the more they like it. No skills are required. Just use the dragon's innate advantages to completely abuse the opponent.
"Roar!" "Ang!"... The dragon roared, the demon roared, flames, frost, thunder, acid... Various spell attacks were flying everywhere. When the five-color dragon group started to fight in close combat with the demons, this area
Suddenly it turned into a battlefield, and the cry of killing could be heard everywhere.
When the dragon came, this area was subjected to an overwhelming spell attack. Basically, the weak demons were turned into corpses in this round of attacks. Only some elite silver demons and gold-level demons survived.
So when the five-color dragons descended, although the surviving demons were brave, their quantity and quality were ultimately inferior to the five-color dragons carefully cultivated by Muria. When the battle began, the demons were at an absolute disadvantage.
One demon after another was torn apart by the giant dragon, and they died miserably. Muria even saw an extremely unlucky demon being targeted by five giant dragons at the same time, and then its limbs, wings, and tail were all killed by these five unscrupulous demons.
The evil dragon caught them together.
"Tear!" The body of this gold-level demon was torn to pieces like a piece of inferior cloth, leaving no room for struggle. For this unlucky demon, this was not a battle, but a very high-standard weapon.
Torture, dismemberment by five dragons.
However, the fierce fighting and noisy sounds of fighting in this area attracted the attention of the wandering demons in other areas. Many soul-level demons began to move towards this area. When the big demon moved, many gold-level demons also moved with it.
, then, the demons in the entire area moved with it.
It is the instinct of the weak to follow the strong.
The demons who were attracted by the battle saw that in the sky and on the black and red land covered with corpses, there were giant dragons and demons fighting everywhere. Stimulated by the bloody smell, they joined the battle without thinking, making this battle
Keep going.
"Muria, there is a soul-level demon." Just when Muria was commanding the dragon to deal with the attracted demons, a shrill dragon roar came.
Muria looked towards the direction where the dragon's roar came from. The Balor demon with ten soul rings on one foot was grinning ferociously, fighting with a strong red dragon, but the red dragon was at an absolute disadvantage.
The dragon wings have been torn off, and hot dragon blood is sprayed.
The two smaller red dragons nearby were trying their best to interfere, so that their brother did not die on the spot.
"Casio!" Seeing this scene, a dazzling spiritual light flashed from Muria's body, and the golden dragon turned into a titan with black hair and golden eyes. As he called, a teleportation array appeared beside him, and a
A giant bow emerged from it.
Muria held the giant metal bow in his hand, pulled out the bow string, and the wind and thunder flames all over his body poured into the long bow crazily, condensing into an arrow that bloomed with brilliant golden light.