Boom!
After a violent tremor in the narrow space, Grimm slowly retracted his Sabbatic Goat Staff. All that was left on the ground was a large, bloody pit.
"Huh? What is this? "
Little Myna looked into the crater in surprise. The young Acraepoid had been reduced to dust. However, at the center of the crater created by the Sabbatic Goat Staff, there was a leather book that remained intact.
"Hmm?"
Grimm was also a little surprised. To be able to remain intact under the attack of his Sabbatic Goat Staff, the material of this book must be extraordinary.
How could this little guy from the Infernal Spirit World have such a high-level item?
Puzzled, Grimm picked up the book. The flesh and blood on the book slid down along the edge of the page. There was no trace of wetness on the page at all. A line of words written with soul ripples appeared.
"Vulkshy Infernal Curse."
After reading the words in the Sorcerer's Language, Grimm opened the book and simply looked at the words written in the soul.
After half an hourglass, Grimm slowly closed the Vulkshy Infernal Curse. Under the Mask of Truth, his dual-colored eyes were filled with surprise.
"I can't believe there's such an amazing gain from a young Acraepoid who escaped."
In general, the Vulkshy Infernal Curse was similar to the experimental notes of a Stigmata Sorcerer, but the sorcerer's knowledge had been changed to the cultivation experience of a World Lord's Infernal Spirit Power. It was a priceless treasure for the Acraepoids and a considerable reference value for the Sorcerers.
In the cultivation experience of the Vulkshy Infernal God, other means of Infernal Spirit Power were acceptable. Although it was a little strange, in the eyes of the Sorcerers, it was just another method to achieve the effect of a certain sorcery.
Only the last paragraph of the introduction, even after reading it, made Grimm's heart palpitate with excitement.
When the Vulkshy Infernal Curse was cultivated to a profound level, it could summon and sense with the Origin Force. It could become a connection with the mysterious power of a strange world and obtain extraordinary and wonderful abilities.
Connection with the mysterious power?
After putting away this unexpected gain, Grimm looked around the enclosed narrow space. This should be the ruins of a Flame Burrow.
If he really let this little guy run away, it would be really hard to find him again.
Grimm asked Little Eight, "Where's the exit?"
"There!"
Grimm swung his Sabbatic Goat Staff in the direction Little Eight pointed.
"Boom!"
In the ruins of the collapsed Flame Burrows that could be seen everywhere in the Dark Destroyer Empire, large pieces of red weathered mud were blown away from the inside out.
With a blur, Grimm turned into a large amount of yellow sand and gathered outside the ruins once again. Under the Mask of Truth, he raised his head, and one of his eyes turned into the vertical pupil of an eagle, looking towards the sky.
The battle between the Stigmata Sorcerers and the Bright Demon-Hunter Sorcerers had begun to show a clear advantage. In some of the battles at the edge, large numbers of the Acraepoid army had begun to flee.
Rumble …
The Dark Destroyer Empire was filled with the sounds of the Flame Burrows collapsing after the Dark Demon-Hunter Sorcerers wantonly destroyed them. As far as Grimm could see, the once large and prosperous city of the Flame Burrows had become sparse.
Occasionally, there were scenes of a group of Infernal Spirit World's slave monsters fighting with a few Demon-Hunter Sorcerers, or a group of Dark Demon-Hunter Sorcerers killing the Acraepoids.
After a short while.
Grimm sensed the direction of the Flame Burrow where he was just now and quickly flew over. He did not pay any attention to the battles between the Dark Demon-Hunter Sorcerers and the Infernal Spirit World's slave monsters.
A few minutes later.
After flying over a large area of ruins in a low-key manner, Grimm returned to the front of the Flame Burrow where he was previously.
Although the gate of the Flame Burrow was perfectly concealed by the Magical Array, as if it was a building without a gate, in the eyes of a sorcerer like Grimm, the undisguised magical waves were the best guiding light. Grimm walked in with ease.
"You're back. I heard that there were some changes just now?"
Wicky, who was at the door, saw Grimm and asked in a deep voice.
"Yes."
Grimm nodded. Little Eight hooted, "Caw caw caw caw, Master Eight and I have taken care of them."
Looking at the pile of Acraepoid corpses in the cultivation magical array, Grimm looked up from the hollow part of the Flame Burrow and asked, "How many layers have been cleared?"
Wicky shook his head, indicating that he did not know. The Level-3 sorcerer who was guarding the cultivation magical array said, "It should be the last batch."
"Yes."
He nodded. It seemed that while Grimm was spending his time studying the Vulkshy Infernal Curse, he was still clearing the layers here.
Since it was the last batch, Grimm did not plan to go up again. He just waited where he was.
Suddenly, as if he sensed something, Grimm took out a crystal ball and infused it with magical energy. It was a message from Millie.
At this time, Millie was in a space that was emitting blue light. Her face was slightly pale, as if she had gone through a series of fierce battles.
"Grimm, Sam and I have been recruited by a few Level-3 Demon-Hunter Sorcerers. We are clearing the resistance in an underground space. Some of the arrangements here are very exquisite, and there are slave legions everywhere."
Underground space?
Grimm was startled. Logically speaking, since the rhythm of the law of this world was to build a large number of Flame Burrows that towered above the ground, there should be very few large underground fortifications.
After all, this world did not have to fight against external enemies for a long time.
"Caw caw caw, Millie, you hold on there. Master Eight and I will go to help after we finish our mission here."
Little Eight and Millie were good friends.
Grimm looked at Sam and a large number of Demon-Hunter Sorcerers behind Millie in the crystal ball. He suddenly asked, "How many Demon-Hunter Sorcerers do you have on your side?"
Millie turned her head and looked around.
"About five hundred."
That many?!
Dark Demon-Hunter Sorcerers were different from Bright Demon-Hunter Sorcerers. They usually carried out small-scale battles. Usually, the number of people in a team was limited to less than a hundred.
Once the number of Dark Demon-Hunter Sorcerers was too high, it would be difficult for them to work together. The Dark Demon-Hunter Sorcerers were just powerful individual creatures. Their combat power was far less than the same number of Bright Sorcerers. This was a waste of combat resources.
As a Level-3 Great Demon-Hunter Sorcerer, the leader over there must have known about this situation. Yet, there was still a large number of Dark Demon-Hunter Sorcerers gathered. There must be an important target.
Grimm took a deep breath and said, "My mission here is about to end soon. I will rush over to your side to take a look."
"Okay."
Millie nodded. Suddenly, her expression changed and looked in another direction. It seemed that something unexpected had happened. She ended the communication.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …
On Grimm's side, a dozen Dark Demon-Hunter Sorcerers flew down from the top of the Flame Burrow. Claudia was among them. After another dozen Acraepoid corpses were thrown into the cultivation magic circle, the Level-3 Great Demon-Hunter Sorcerer on the magic circle nodded in satisfaction.
"So many, not bad! Now, listen to my command. Concentrate your destructive sorcery on that spot and destroy this Flame Burrow. "
As the sorcerers took their positions, they released a large number of destructive sorcery spells at a few marked areas. The rumbling sound of explosions was endless.
At the same time, the entire Flame Burrow began to tremble and slowly tilted to one side …
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