"Lava demons? It's been a long time since there was an eighth-tier lava demon, right? That damned old man was a lava demon when he first started playing melee magic, right? "Urien also withdrew his hand, and looked at Sargeras' back with a hint of surprise.
Their strong physiques allowed them to choose to engage in close combat, and their almost monstrous affinity for fire gave them unparalleled talent for fire magic.
It could be said that all lava demons were born fire-type magic casters. Their powerful melee combat abilities and fearsome fire magic talent had made this race famous in the history of the Norland Continent, and they had even been ranked as one of the top 10 demon races.
However, several hundred years ago, the Lava Demon Clan had suffered some kind of unforeseen event. It was as if they had been cursed, and the younger members of the clan could not even break through the Tier 3 seal. Those who could reach Tier 6 and above had become rare geniuses.
The strength of the Lava Clan declined sharply. After the powerful warriors in the clan gradually withered away, they were involved in the racial war. The once powerful Demon Clan was almost wiped out. Now, no one knew where they were living in seclusion on the Demon Island. It was very rare to see them walking on the continent.
This demon's strength surprised him. He was at the peak of the seventh-tier. He should be very close to the third-tier seal. He was most likely the most powerful member of the lava demons now.
"A level-10 Lava Demon is truly a war machine." Urien withdrew his gaze, and thought to himself, Compared to pure warriors and magic casters, this kind of dual-attribute guy has the ability to change the outcome of a battle.
Antham looked at Sargeras, who was walking towards him with a chair in his hand. For the first time, there was a trace of panic in his blood-red eyes. The previous collision had made him feel the terrifying power of Sargeras, and the rising flames on Sargeras' body directly destroyed all his bloodlust.
Now, he was almost completely suppressed. Even though his strength had been raised to the extreme under the blood moon, he still felt powerless in the face of this big guy with flames all over his body.
"Going against us werewolves is the stupidest decision you've ever made in your life. No matter where you are in the future, be ready to be hunted by werewolf warriors at any time. Live forever …" Antham said in a cold voice. The red light on his red claws became brighter and brighter. It seemed that he was trying to negotiate.
Bang!!!
The only response he got was a folding chair slamming into his face.
He had clearly seen Sargeras raise his hand, clearly saw the trajectory of the folding chair, and even felt the wind brought by the chair. However, he felt that he could not avoid it. He raised his sharp claws to block in front of him, but was still slapped back into the large pit where he had just stood up.
"If you want to fight, cut the crap." Sargeras strode over, gripped the legs of the chair with both hands, and hit Anselm, who was trying to get up in a daze.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of dull thuds rang out. Everyone's jaws dropped as they watched Anthem, who seemed to have everything under his control and was about to go on a killing spree, being slammed into the pit by Sargeras' chair without the slightest ability to fight back.
In the end, such a powerful werewolf was actually defeated by a folding chair. This scene was shocking and somewhat comical, and the tension that had been building up earlier instantly disappeared.
At the same time, Kiel, Mond, and the others successfully encircled and annihilated the remaining four werewolves. They were all beaten to the ground, and the weapons in their hands were unceremoniously thrown at them. They didn't have the slightest ability to fight back.
If they were hunting in the forest, the werewolves might have an advantage in terms of speed and stealth. However, in a face-to-face battle like this, they had gone through life and death on the Undead Islands, and they were no weaker than anyone of the same level. This was under the premise that Sargeras had asked them not to use magic.
"But did they protect Mr. Mak because of roujiamo?" a customer in the restaurant asked with a strange look.
"Not only that, but their slogan seems to be 'for roujiamo!'" Another person nodded.
"That's probably the charm of Mr. Mak's food," a skinny young man said excitedly. "I just thought that I might not be able to eat such delicious tofu pudding again, and I wanted to fight that werewolf with my chopsticks."
The others looked at his thin arms and legs, but they didn't show any sarcasm. Instead, they nodded in agreement. He was not the only one who wanted to fight just now.
"I didn't know that lava demons were so powerful. But in this case, compared to slowly upgrading the restaurant, relying on the strength of the customers is a good way to improve the security of the restaurant." Meg's eyes lit up, and an idea popped into his mind.
Of course, spontaneously fighting for justice was very uncertain, so it was urgent to improve their own strength and the restaurant's security.
"The bad guys were all beaten down by Baldy and Baldy Two. It turns out that Baldy is quite powerful." Amy, who was standing behind Meg, looked at the scene with wide eyes. Suddenly, she thought of something. She quickly turned around and squatted down. Looking at Xixi's pale face, she asked worriedly, "Sister Xixi, are you alright?"
"Save … save Lu Lu." Xixi's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, but her eyes were fixed on Lu Lu, who was lying on the ground. Her voice was very weak. There was still a red glow on her wound, and the blood still hadn't stopped flowing.
"Sister isha, can you save Sister Xixi and Big Bear? You're the only one who can save them. " Amy looked up at isha and asked anxiously and earnestly. If isha could cure Father's hand, she could definitely save Sister Xixi and Big Bear.
Mag also turned to look at Sally. She was indeed the only one present who had the ability to do so. However, if she didn't want to expose her identity, then it would be best for her to stay on the sidelines and protect herself.
Sally did indeed look hesitant. Life magic was different from ordinary healing magic. Anyone with a little knowledge could easily tell that she was using life magic. If she did that, there was a high chance that her identity would be exposed.
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