This was a strange flame that was completely black. It was the complete opposite of a normal flame. It was a demon flame commonly seen in Hell, but it was different from demon flames. This was the fire essence of a ferocious three-headed hound from Hell. This type of flame was many times stronger than the demon flames of Hell and could burn anything. In the past, the five ferocious beasts of the Barbarian Tribe were helpless against this demon flame. They couldn't kill it, so it was obvious how strong this demon flame was.
At this time, Lang Ang's blazing flame was this kind of demonic fire. He was like a demon god from hell, slowly climbing out of the flames.
His entire body was surrounded by black flames. His eyes were completely black and the flames were burning. It made people feel as if their souls were burning and they didn't dare to look at him directly. It was extremely terrifying.
At this moment, a strange demonic pattern appeared on his forehead …
It was in the shape of a pitch-black flame. As the small flame flickered, the demonic flames around him burned even more vigorously. With him at the center, the ground around him was scorched black. Space seemed to be boiling as it fluttered endlessly, distorting one's vision.
"Roar …"
Lang Ang Xiong didn't stand up. On the contrary, he crawled down like a beast and roared violently at Feng Hao. Slowly, the flames around him condensed into the shape of a three-headed hound from Hell with him as the center. It was extremely ferocious and emitted a suffocating aura.
"Hmph."
The elder at the side of the stage snorted. His eyes flashed with a hint of ferocity as he said, "It's not bad to be able to force him to this point. Unfortunately, he is destined to die in Lang Ang Xiong's hands … Tsk tsk, this is good enough. If only he could join our Barbarian Tribe."
He understood Lang Ang Xiong's current situation very well, so he was full of confidence. He looked at Feng Hao as if he was looking at a dead man.
Lang Ang Xiong's sudden change made the entire scene quiet down. The old priest's face was also solemn. He had already made up his mind. If Feng Hao wasn't weak, he would risk the reputation of the Barbarian Tribe to save Feng Hao.
In his heart, Feng Hao's identity was more important than anything else. Even if he had to betray his trust, he wouldn't hesitate.
…
"What a powerful energy."
Feng Hao's face was solemn as he stared at Lang Angxiong.
The power of this pitch-black flame surpassed any energy he had ever seen. Although he knew that there were countless strange physiques in this world, especially the Palace Master of Xiang Tian Palace, who had told him that there were unique physiques in this world, he had never seen such a thing before.
Lang Ang Xiong possessed one of the most powerful demonic abilities in Hell. It was the special demonic fire of the Three-Headed Hellhound, the monarch of Hell's demonic beasts.
"Interesting."
Feng Hao was not afraid at all. On the contrary, he was very excited. His battle intent soared. His hands moved in the air and two mysterious formations appeared above his head.
"Buzz, …"
As the formation took shape, a hand that looked like a god slowly condensed. Under the infusion of all kinds of energy, the hand turned dark purple and sparkled. There were electric arcs dancing around it, and it gave off a shocking aura. At this moment, the heavens and earth rumbled, as if they couldn't withstand this aura and started to ripple.
"Roar, …"
At this time, Lang Ang Xiong let out a loud roar and slammed both of his hands on the ground. Like a demonic hound, he charged towards Fenghao with demonic might and torrential flames, wanting to tear Fenghao into pieces in one move.
"Heaven Flipping Palm."
Fenghao's expression turned serious as he focused his gaze. He formed a seal with his hand and flipped it over. The huge hand above his head moved like a chariot and directly pressed down on Lang Angxiong.
"Roar."
At this moment, Lang Angxiong seemed to have lost his mind. Seeing the giant hand coming towards him, he didn't dodge. Instead, he opened his arms and wanted to tear the hand apart.
"Bang, bang."
With a loud explosion, Lang Angxiong spat out blood and was once again blown away. Drops of blood fell onto the stage, proving that he was severely injured.
Now that Feng Hao's strength had increased again, the power and pressure of the Heaven Flipping Palm had increased by several folds, Lang Angxiong dared to use his physical body to resist.
"Roar, …"
As soon as he landed on the ground, Lang Angxiong once again pounced towards Ye Futian. However, what greeted him was still a giant hand.
"Heavenly Star Demonic Light Bullet."
He opened his mouth and spat out a huge ball of light condensed from pitch-black flames, which flew towards the giant hand.
"Rumble."
The two collided with each other and exploded. A mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and ripples of wind swept in all directions. The scene was very grand and austere.
"Go to hell."
Lang Angxiong nimbly dodged the wind. Like a demonic hound, he raised his claws made from black flames and clawed at Feng Hao.
"Swoosh."
Feng Hao disappeared on the spot and reappeared behind Lang Angxiong with a dark purple greatsword in his scaly hand. Without any hesitation, he slashed at Lang Angxiong's head.
"Slash."
Everyone only saw an eerie arc streak across, followed by a burst of blood, followed by a shrill scream.
"Stop."
A panicked shout rang out. Everyone saw a figure dashing into the arena, pulling out a silhouette.
It was the elder beside the ring. He had saved Lang Angxiong.
Even though Lang Angxiong had dodged the fatal blow, his left arm had been chopped off by Fenghao, leaving it on the stage.
The Sky Piercing Strike carried the energy of Heavenly Punishment. There was nothing it couldn't kill.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …"
Wielding the giant sword, Fenghao continued to slash at the arm until it was broken into pieces. The bones were broken inch by inch.
There was no need to hold back against an enemy. However, he was disappointed that he couldn't kill this freak.
"No, …"
Lang Ang Xiong let out a mournful scream as he looked at Fenghao's broken arm. His eyes were bloodshot. If the old man had not restrained him, he would have pounced forward and risked his life.
After losing an arm, it was basically impossible to regrow it. Unless the arm was intact, then there was still a possibility.
"You guys are ruthless."
The old man took a deep look at Fenghao, then yelled at the old priest on top of the Beast God Palace. He tore open the space and left with Lang Angxiong.
"Ruthless."
Feng Hao curled his lips in disdain. He took a deep breath and let go of the greatsword in his hand. His Qilin Arm returned to normal. He looked up at the Beast Deity Palace and saw the elder smiling at him.
However, deep in his eyes, Feng Hao saw a tinge of passion and respect.
Fenghao was taken aback. He shook his head slightly and jumped off the stage without thinking too much about it.
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