"Bang bang bang!" The close combat between the three-headed hellhound and the Exploding Fire Dragon made a dull sound. After all, the Exploding Fire Dragon transformed purely with elemental power could not fight for a long time. It was precisely because of this that Mihailovich saw through this and decided to hold on.
Fearing, he insists on confronting Caesar, the god of spearmanship, who has exhausted his life potential and wants to fight him desperately.
"You will definitely lose if you fight my demon pet in this way! Now I am beginning to wonder if your brain is flooded?" Mihailovich laughed when he saw that the three-headed hell dog had the upper hand.
The victory of this battle is a matter of time. There is no need to be cautious anymore and continue to slowly consume the opponent. The master's heart also represents the heart of the demon pet.
Under the instruction, he became more ferocious and launched a counterattack even more crazily. He quickly bit the Explosive Fire Dragon's neck and rushed towards Caesar, the god of spearmanship who controlled the Explosive Fire Dragon.
"I'm waiting for you!" Caesar, the God of Spearmanship, grinned and calmly allowed the three-headed hell dog to approach his eyes, but when the three-headed hell dog's big, foul-smelling mouth was about to bite his head.
At that moment, Caesar, the god of spearmanship, suddenly raised his arms and held the big mouth of the three-headed hell dog with the fine iron spear in his hand, blocking the opponent forcefully and preventing it from being swallowed by the opponent.
"How is this possible?" Mihailovich was dumbfounded. He stared blankly at Caesar, the god of spearmanship, in front of him. He was deeply impressed by the opponent's bravery. How terrifying is the power of the three-headed dog of hell? Then
It is an absolute power that even the gods cannot compete with, but the other party can forcefully escape from the tiger's mouth with the power of a mortal. This is a bizarre thing that Mihailovich can't even imagine in his dreams, but it makes Mihailovich
The shocking thing didn't stop there. The exploding fire dragon whose neck had been bitten off by the three-headed hell dog suddenly disappeared and turned into another spear that plunged down and unexpectedly penetrated the middle of the three-headed hell dog's head, killing it.
The three-headed hell dog as huge as a hill was nailed to the ground.
"Ouch -" the painful howling of the beast mixed with Mihailovich's angry curses spread far away. The injury of the three-headed hell dog seriously damaged his mind, causing him to spit out a big mouthful of regret.
Caesar, the God of Blood and Spearmanship, used his own life and the Explosive Fire Dragon as bait to successfully deceive the cunning Mihailovich. This move immediately turned the battle situation around and became favorable to Caesar, the God of Spearmanship.
"I didn't expect you to have a hidden second spear! I really underestimated you!" Mihailovich wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth and looked at the opponent with a resentful expression. At this moment, Caesar, the god of spearmanship, looked at him slightly.
Taking a deep breath, he cautiously took a few steps back, leaving the three-headed hell dog that was still struggling on the ground. He responded proudly: "I said I would chop off the head of the three-headed hell dog, but now I just chop it off."
First, there are still two dog heads left - if I can chop off the other two dog heads, I guess you, Mihailovich, will not live long and will return to the land of hell with it."
Mihailovich's face changed drastically, and he roared with gritted teeth: "Do you think I can only summon three hellhounds? In these ten years, I have traveled all over the world and set foot on the Yama continent.
The purpose is not just to travel around the mountains and rivers, tonight I will let you see a higher-level seventh-level magic pet, so that you can experience for yourself what a truly terrifying moment is!"
"Can you still summon a seventh-level demon pet?" Caesar, the god of spearmanship, was shocked and looked at Mihailovich in disbelief. Since the war between gods and demons began in the Yama continent, no one has ever seen a seventh-level demon pet with his own eyes.
The magical power of the magic pet, because the seventh-level magic pet is essentially equivalent to the sixth-level dragon, which is a high-level intelligent creature that is enough to fight against the powerful gods and demons.
Mihailovich sneered "hehe" and quickly began to chant the summoning spell. Caesar, the god of spearmanship, had a premonition that the situation was not good, and hurriedly abandoned the seriously injured and subdued three-headed hellhound, and turned to shoot the gun dozens of meters away.
Mihalovich——
"It's too late! Your movements are still too slow!" Mihailovich backed away while laughing wildly with a ferocious face. In the next second, all the clothes on his upper body were torn to pieces and torn open in his lower abdomen.
There was a big hole, and an eye-catching, eerie and strange creature poked its head out and slid out of his stomach with a "swipe" sound. If you look closely - it looked like it was a three-foot-long creature that was beating against the skeleton.
A small bone flying dragon with wings.
"What is this?" Caesar, the God of Spearmanship, suspended his attack and was deeply attracted by the small white-bone flying dragon that suddenly appeared in front of him. In his imagination - the seventh-level magic pet should be an extremely huge creature, and should not be
The one in front of me is this skeletal, petite, pocket-sized flying dragon that could fall apart with just one slap.
After Mihailovich summoned the little white bone flying dragon from his body, he seemed to have consumed a lot of energy. He covered his abdomen with both hands with a slightly painful expression, while using elemental power to stop the bleeding and heal the injury, while panting heavily
He replied: "This is my seventh-level demon pet, the undead dragon Douglas. Before it fell, it was as famous as the Demon Dragon King Mourinho. They were both well-known strong men of the dragon clan. Although it is no longer physically present,
, the soul is melted, but with this small frame, it is enough to stand out from the crowd and rank among the first-class gods and demons."
Caesar, the God of Spearmanship, frowned and said nothing more. At this time, he was like an arrow that had already left the string and had to fire, so he couldn't care what kind of creature the opponent was. After thinking about it, Caesar, the God of Spearmanship, had no other choice.
Without any scruples, he gathered his remaining strength, wielded the fine iron spear in his hand, and once again moved forward with indomitable fearlessness, killing the white stripe between him and Mihailovich.
Small bone dragon.
"Wait a minute!" Heisuo, who had been dragged forward by the Demon Dragon King Mourinho, suddenly stopped. He raised his head and faced the distant northwest night sky. His heart seemed to be touched and he was silent for a moment.
He spoke with great sorrow: "My mentor Caesar finally died! I can feel that his life breath is gradually weakening, but I don't know whether he died of natural causes? Or he encountered other changes that I can't imagine."
Demon Dragon King Mourinho raised his gaze, glanced in the direction where Heisuo's cheek was facing, and said with a faint smile: "Your mentor seems to be a temple-level human master like Kong Gu Jingyue, the leader of Shanlan Kingdom.
Right? Why don't we postpone our pursuit of Naluo Shen Lianqi and go to the temporary camp outside the city to see what happened?"
