Garon immediately felt that his eyes were beginning to accumulate this power again, but it would take a little longer to do so.
He looked at his status.
'Poisonous Eye — Able to stare at enemies three times a day to poison them to death. Vision + 5, the eyeballs are immune to most poisons.'
"Recovery time should be less than five minutes." Garon did a little calculation.
As he rampaged through the battlefield, he was soon targeted by a high-level evil creature.
Two Level Nine Chained Demons staggered towards Garon, their chains were surrounded by black flames, which were the Flames of Sin unique to the Hell of Baator. If a creature was ignited by it, the guilt and remorse in the deepest part of their heart would quickly grow, resulting in a desperate self-destructive tendency. Then they would quickly seize the opportunity to kill it.
The two Level Nine Chained Demons looked like tall and strong men with sharp iron helmets.
Their upper bodies were bare, and they had strong muscles and skin that were bluish-gray in color. Their waists were wrapped with a black skull belt with silver edges, but their legs were strange-looking black goat hooves, which looked hairy.
"Surround him!" The two Chained Demons had already noticed Garon. This white dragon's body was abnormally strong, so they could capture him as their slave. If he was seriously injured, they could sell him for a good price.
They swung their chains, and a large number of black runes flew out from the chains, surrounding Garon.
"Hell's Judgment!" One of the Chained Demons roared in the demon language.
With Garen as the center, countless black words formed a gigantic black funnel and placed him at the bottom of the funnel.
There was an extremely disgusting sticky substance hidden in the huge suction force, densely blocking all of Garon's mouth, nose, and breathing space.
The severe feeling of suffocation made Garon's body uncomfortable.
He roared and his whole body began to vibrate at a high frequency, trying to get rid of the sticky substance on his body. However, it was useless. The sticky substance was neither the effect of a spell nor supernatural power. It was a special physical attack created by a spell. It was not a head-on collision. Instead, it was a disguised form of attack, directly causing the creature to suffocate and faint.
Garen tried a few different methods, but he still could not get rid of the sticky thing completely. Suddenly, the trace of contempt he had when he was slaughtering the little devils earlier faded away. It had only been a short while, and two Level Nine Peak devils had surrounded him. It was not hard to imagine that the most important thing here was not to be strong enough, but to learn a strong enough way to survive.
You may be strong, but there are many who are stronger than you.
Garen used all his methods, including Dragon's Breath and other physical methods, but they were all useless. This sticky feeling of suffocation followed him all the way. If it was not for the fact that he could hold his breath for a long time, he would have fainted due to the lack of air.
"One last time."
Garon fiercely and stared at the black funnel in front of him.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Two white-blue light beams shot out. They were inconspicuous, and looked like the most ordinary Frost Ray.
However, the power it produced was astonishing.
The Level Ten spell released by two Level Nine Peak Demons melted just like that, and in less than half a minute, it turned into a pool of light blue sticky liquid, and fell to the ground.
The feeling of suffocation in Garon's body quickly disappeared.
His body after evolution was indeed different.
The power of this talent spell had reached the standard of Level Ten, and this made Garon very happy.
Level Nine to Level Ten was a critical threshold. Obviously, the biggest symbol of this evolution was that he had broken through this threshold.
In the preparation time for the war fifty years later, he could use his potential points to greatly increase his attributes.
"Souls! A large number of souls … "An evil feminine voice suddenly flew over Garon's head.
It was a gigantic white entropy ship made of countless naked human bodies that were still struggling. This was a huge battleship that the Demons used to travel between planes. It was obvious that there was a special mission here. This entropy ship itself had a will of soul. It was not a dead ship, but a huge monster.
The huge head in front of the ship shouted loudly. Two boards opened up at the bottom of the ship, and began to sprinkle down a large number of Demon Seeds.
These Demon Seeds were like black dandelion seeds. Once they came into contact with the Demons' bodies, they would instantly grow madly and parasitize their bodies. Soon, they would take over the nest and completely turn the Demons into new Demons.
"Parasitic Demons." Garon recognized this type of Demon. He carefully avoided the sprinkling of these seeds. These things would not recognize people once they came into contact with them.
They had a crazy desire for flesh and blood, and did not care if you were friend or foe.
So although the Entropy Ship mainly sprinkled in the direction of the Demons' camp, some of the Demons who could not dodge in time were sucked to death by the Parasitic Demons.
"The Demons' counterattack is finally about to begin."
Garon saw a large group of tall and huge Demons rushing out from behind. They rushed from the fortress gate to the depths of the Demons' army. Each of these Demons was about the same size as Garon's current form. There were even some that were taller than him. Each of them had a strange appearance. Garon's Snake-Backed White Dragon's appearance did not stand out among them.
He blended in with them and rushed towards the Demons' army. Among this group of giant Demons, the weakest was Level Eight. The stronger Gods were Level Ten or Level Eleven. It was very terrifying.
Only Demons would hire mercenaries from the outer planes to participate in the battle. Demons mostly relied on their own army to fight.
The Malevolent Gods and Lords of Hell had something similar to the Reincarnation Pool. The dead Demons only needed to consume some energy to be reborn again. It was just that they would not have their original memories. So they were not worried about the number of Demons decreasing.
Garon rushed with the army while secretly trying to increase his Potential Points.
He still had more than one thousand and four hundred Potential Points that he had not used. Now that the evolution was completed, it was the right time to use them.
Just as his gaze lingered on it for a moment, the value of his Potential Points dropped rapidly. His Attribute Points were also increasing rapidly.
The first thing that Garon increased was his Vitality. With a strong enough Vitality, he could be immune to higher level spells and negative statuses. Also, his self-healing ability would be even stronger. In the Abyss Blood Wars, strength was not the most important thing. Survival was.
So his first choice was his Vitality.
His Vitality was originally 80 points. It was already maxed out, and now it was increasing rapidly.
81...82...83....
Soon, Garon realized that something was wrong.
Because the Potential Points were being consumed too quickly, and the increase of his Attribute Points was too slow.
He paused for a moment, and then quickly calculated.
"It became 10 points to increase one Attribute Point?!" He was a little shocked, but it was understandable. At 80 points, it was almost an unprecedented height. It was normal for the Potential Points needed to increase.
"Fortunately, this is the Abyss Blood Wars. It's easy to collect souls to replenish Potential Points."
While following the army of Demons, Garon kept increasing his Vitality.
This time, there seemed to be no limit.
One thousand four hundred Potential Points were quickly consumed until there was not much left.
And his Vitality had reached an unprecedented height. 180 points!!!
Only a little more than four hundred Potential Points were left.
Garen's body didn't seem to have changed much, but the color of the scales on his body seemed to have deepened, as though they were a natural platinum color. Even without using the Divine Statue Technique, there were some special patterns that would make people dizzy just by looking at them. Those were naturally formed powerful symbols.
180 points. This was the peak of Garon's Soul Limit. Although he absorbed more Soul Rings later on, the increase of his Soul Limit was getting slower and slower. The Soul Seeds that he absorbed later on and condensed from the Soul Power were completely different in quality from his original understanding. Therefore, the increase of his Soul Limit was extremely limited. After absorbing so much, it only increased his Soul Limit by 10 points, from 170 to 180.
But even so, Garon was already very satisfied.
180 points of Vitality. What kind of concept was this? Even Garon himself was not very clear about it. He looked left and right. Beside him were several Corrifen Demons with huge horns on their heads. This kind of Demon had a huge head, grayish-black hairless body, and four extremely thick elephant legs. Their abdomens were constantly dripping with green mucus. Wherever they walked, they would naturally leave behind a highly toxic path. Therefore, they were also known as ecological destroyers. They were one of the Demons that elves and nature creatures hated the most.
"What are you looking at!?" Garon's looking around and not doing his job immediately caused the dissatisfaction of a Corrifen Demon. This kind of monster was also known as a Demonic Behemoth. It was even taller than Garon. With a height of more than ten meters, it turned its head and roared impatiently.
Garon was worried that he would not have a chance to find fault with it. This Demonic Behemoth's strength should be around Level 10. It was just the right target for him to provoke now.
He confirmed that his Poisonous Eye was ready, and then said to the Demonic Behemoth even more impatiently.
"What are you roaring for! I'll kill you if you keep roaring!! "
"What!!?" The Demonic Behemoth's eyes were wide open. It seemed that it did not expect a Level 9 guy to dare provoke it. After receiving the blessing of the Abyss during the Blood War, there was a possibility that one's mind would become chaotic and impulsive. The Demonic Behemoth that was already impulsive and bloodthirsty was even more brutal. It could not withstand provocation at all.
With a boom, it charged towards Garon.
The body that was more than ten meters tall like a small mountain charged towards Garon. A huge traction force field naturally locked onto Garon, making it impossible for him to dodge.
"How dare you provoke me!!" Garon was furious. He acted as if his dignity had been insulted, and actually charged towards this guy without caring about anything else.
At this time, he had already added the remaining four hundred potential points to Strength.
Four hundred points meant forty points of Strength. His original eighty points of Strength had rushed to 120 points in an instant. This was simply far beyond the physical limits of an ordinary creature. Even an Ancient Dragon would not be able to reach Garon's current level. In terms of pure physical strength, he had already reached a peak.
Boom!!!
The two behemoths collided head-on, and a clear shockwave spread out.
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