"As expected of the legendary Demon God. Even if the seal restricts his strength to the mid-Silver-level, he can still exert such strength!"
In the Kingdom of the World Tree, Eve, who was watching the battle, sighed slightly.
He sat high on his throne, with one of his long legs resting on the other. He held a bag of popcorn in his left hand and stuffed a few into his mouth from time to time. His right hand occasionally picked up a drink conjured by his divine power and drank a few mouthfuls of it happily.
In front of her was a huge screen condensed by divine power.
On it was the scene of the battle between Ji Gang's Wasteland Reclamation Team and the Seventh Demon God Azazel …
At this moment, Azazel, who had become the protagonist of the "movie," was in a rage.
He felt that he had been fooled and toyed with.
His mythical strength was sealed, and so was his spiritual magic that could lure living creatures into lust and depravity …
Even his most basic transformation ability and deterrence ability were sealed!
At this moment, the dignified Seventh Demon God could only wield his flaming sword and fight like the most incompetent warrior!
Aggrieved …
It was really too aggrieved!
However, this was not the most unacceptable thing for him.
What made Azazel most unbearable was the attitude of these elves.
When he displayed his powerful strength, these elves not only were not afraid, but they were even more excited.
The gazes they cast made Azazel feel disbelief and anger at the same time.
Excitement, curiosity, greed, and anticipation.
Those gazes … were the gazes of seeing prey and toys!
They actually treated the great Demon God as prey and toys?!
Who did they think they were?!
It was fine if it was Yuktrashil.
Could it be that even these damn ants dared to ride on his head?!
They must pay the price!
However, although he was angry, although his strength was limited to the mid-Silver-level … Azazel still did not put these lowly ants in his eyes …
As an ancient mythical existence, as the controller of the law, even if his strength was limited, he still had vision and skills that far surpassed other existences.
In his opinion, these ridiculous, greedy, and arrogant elves were like clowns in the human world.
Azazel roared again and continued to attack the elves.
The two sides were completely engaged in battle.
Flames shot in all directions, and the light was boundless.
Azazel's every attack brought about a fierce storm of mana.
For a moment, lava and flames enveloped the entire Demon Palace.
Accompanied by cries of "F * ck!" and "screams," one player after another was easily sent flying.
No one could directly resist Demon God Azazel's power.
By the time the players realized the problem, five of them were already severely injured.
Those were the players who had taken the brunt of the Demon God's attack.
They fell to the ground, dying. The ground was covered with mosaics and dark red blood.
If it weren't for the fact that every time Azazel attacked, all the players' defensive and healing spells would fall on his target, these players would have returned to the Yggdrasil long ago.
"Hmph, weak existence."
Azazel couldn't help but sneer inwardly at the sight of the Elf he had defeated so easily.
He waved his weapon again and smashed it toward the fallen player …
Ji Gang's expression changed.
"Don't force yourself! You guys, quickly recite the goddess' name and return to the city! "
Reciting the goddess' name and returning to the city?
Azazel was slightly taken aback when he heard the elf's words.
However, the movements of his hands did not stop.
The giant flame sword slashed down with terrifying energy fluctuations, aiming straight at the injured players.
With a loud bang, the giant sword hit the ground, creating a deep pit more than ten meters in size.
"F * ck!"
"F * ck!"
Seeing such terrifying power, the remaining Elves' expressions changed, and they couldn't help but curse.
However, Azazel's expression darkened.
He didn't hit those Elves.
Just as he was about to tear these ants apart, spatial power fluctuations appeared on their bodies, and they were teleported away one after another.
And the familiar aura in the spatial fluctuations made Azazel gnash his teeth in hatred.
It was Yuktrasil!
It was Yuktrasil again!
The ancient god who sealed him here actually saved them when he was about to kill those ants!
"Yuktrasil!"
Azazel roared angrily in his heart again.
While he was infuriated, the players pulled themselves together.
"His attack power is very high! But his speed is not fast. Everyone, fly kites and look for his weakness! "
Ji Gang said loudly.
After saying that, he added, "That's right.
"Also, once you are seriously injured and in danger, return to the city immediately! Try to avoid death! "
"Roger!"
The other players nodded one after another.
Soon, the twenty players who were still in the Demon Palace changed their strategy and began to circle around Azazel.
Seeing these hateful Elves change their strategy and begin to run around him like flies, and sneak attacks from time to time, Azazel became more and more irritated.
"These damn annoying Elves!"
He cursed angrily in his heart, waved the giant flame sword again, and smashed it at the Elves.
But this time, as the Elves deliberately dodged, he didn't get much of a result.
Aggrieved.
Azazel felt very aggrieved.
He still had a certain amount of strength, and no Elves could withstand his attack, but this damn seal had greatly restricted his speed!
And these long ears that he didn't care about were actually more agile than he had imagined!
After a few pursuit, he only used the aftermath of the flames to seriously burn one of the slower Elves.
However, at the same time, the Elves' attacks came later.
They circled around Azazel and released their skills while he couldn't react.
Colorful magic and gorgeous sword skills intertwined and fell on Azazel's body.
Their attacks were very weak and couldn't cause any harm to him, who was a Mythical creature.
However, Azazel was shocked to find that although the Elves' attacks didn't cause any harm to him, his strength was gradually decreasing with their attacks!
No …
It was being devoured!
The skills of these Elves had the ability to devour his strength!
Azazel's eyes narrowed slightly, and he instantly understood everything.
This was the ancient God using these Elves to weaken and devour his strength!
On the other side, as they continued to attack, the players noticed the change in the Big Boss' HP Bar.
Ji Gang's eyes lit up.
"It works! As long as we keep attacking him! He will lose HP! "
Thus, the excited players wandered even more wretchedly.
"Yuktrasir!"
Looking at the disgusting Elves that kept circling around him like flies, Azazel roared in his heart.
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