The Demonic Behemoth took four steps back and fell to the ground with a thud. It could not get up anymore.
Garen also felt a huge force crashing into his body. It was as if he had crashed into a wall that was completely blocked.
"As expected of the Demonic Behemoth. Its power comes from the Dark Vortex in the bottom of the Abyss. It's supported by the Dark Vortex that's constantly rotating.
Garon understood. His 120 points of Strength could be compared to the Demonic Behemoth, or even surpass it.
The Demonic Behemoth was one of the most powerful demons in the Abyss. Even some of the weaker Demigods would not choose to wrestle with them, let alone the Dragon Clan.
The Demonic Behemoth that was knocked to the ground bumped into two Great Demons that were advancing. These Great Demons with sharp blades and horns were about to get angry. However, when they saw that it was a Demonic Behemoth, they immediately kept quiet. They did not dare to talk nonsense and rushed forward.
The Level Ten Demonic Behemoth was one of the most powerful beings in this team. Naturally, it would not be a simple being to be able to knock this guy down.
The Demonic Behemoth shook its head and got up. It was not injured. "You're quite strong, aren't you?" It seemed to be in disbelief that it was knocked down by a Dragon Clan member. The Dragon Clan was a reptile that was thin and weak all the time. It was only afraid of those high-level Dragons. It was unbelievable that a Level Nine White Dragon could knock it down!
"My eyes must be playing tricks on me. I'm feeling a little dizzy." It shook its head and charged at Garon again.
Bang!!
Another loud noise was heard. The Demonic Behemoth fell to the ground again and stared at Garon blankly.
There was not even a mark on Garon where it grabbed with its sharp claws.
"Get lost!" Garon shouted impatiently.
The Demonic Behemoth seemed to have finally recognized the reality. It took a deep breath and quietly distanced itself from Garon.
Garon went on a rampage among the Giant Demons. Nobody dared to stop him wherever he went.
A few Level Ten Demons were knocked to the ground by him.
He charged all the way and soon the team rushed into the army of demons.
Both sides were engaged in a fierce battle. Nothing could be distinguished.
*****
"He has entered the Blood Battle!" Ma Fei said unhappily, "I hate bloody battles the most. There are so many delicious corpses dangling in front of me, but I don't dare to eat them. This is simply the most difficult ordeal in the world. "
Together with Bakiloa and Kratos, the Corpse Hound stood at the edge of the Bloody Battlefield and looked into the distance. However, they did not dare to get any closer. If they got any closer, they might be forcefully dragged into the battlefield by the Abyssal Consciousness.
Bakiloa had completely retracted the clouds all over his body. He landed on the ground and turned into an elemental life form that was completely condensed from red clouds. He had no clothes on his body. Even his skin and muscles were just slowly flowing blood clouds. There were two curved horns on his head, and his face was that of an old man.
"Can you still catch up?" he asked impatiently.
"Probably not." Ma Fei shook his head. "The smell inside is too mixed. I can't do anything about it."
Kratos' expression was stiff. If he couldn't find Garon, he would be doomed.
"I know the vanguard of this fortress. Maybe we can go in and take a look. A White Dragon is quite eye-catching here. After all, this is not the battlefield of the dragons."
"I hope what you said is effective …" Bakiloa said coldly.
Kratos did not dare to talk back. He hurriedly led the two giants toward the Bloody Battlefield.
*****
Garon killed wantonly. The devils were instantly killed into pieces under his sharp claws. He spat out a mouthful of Dragon Stream, and the devils were frozen into ice sculptures, completely dead.
Little devils pounced on the wings on his back from behind. They tried to pierce his wings with steel forks, but it was to no avail. He spread his wings and flung them away directly. Now, his wings could use force as the basis. With the Seven Star Life's Secret Point as the foundation, he could unleash an even greater power. Although his own basic strength was too great, and the upgrade of the Seven Star Life's Secret Point was not developed for the dragons, the increase was limited. However, it could still increase his original strength to 150%, which was an increase of half, reaching a terrifying 180 points!!
Garon was a terrifying meat grinder on the battlefield. The devils and even the devils around him were slaughtered wantonly by him. With a swing of his tail, the platinum trail that was drawn out swept across, and all the creatures were wiped out. Some were even whipped and exploded, turning into a bloody mist.
The Abyssal Consciousness constantly strengthened his body. The Abyssal Consciousness would give more rewards to the more creatures he killed. It did not care if you were an existence from another world.
Garon felt that he was constantly growing. Every creature that died under his claws brought him a huge influx of Soul Energy.
After this energy was filtered by the Semi-Divine Weapon, the Despair Skull, the chaotic memories and all kinds of messy emotions were removed. It turned into the purest form of Soul Energy, which was absorbed by Garon and turned into Potential Points.
He watched as his Potential Points began to rise once again.
A Level Five little devil could bring him a little income, while a Level Seven or Level Eight monster could bring him more than ten Potential Points.
And now, he had killed at least dozens of little devils and more than ten Level Seven or Eight monsters. The Potential Aura gushed into his body like a waterfall.
Garon was too lazy to look at other things. He directly added the Potential Points to his Attribute Points. He watched as his Attribute Points continued to rise.
A huge black scorpion rushed in front of Garon, raising its stinger up high to stab Garon's head.
The black scorpion was almost as tall as Garon. It was also considered a big guy on the battlefield.
The tip of the poisonous stinger shone with a faint white light.
Psst!
Garon's claws caught the poisonous stinger in an instant. He wrestled with the scorpion.
He exerted his strength. Roar!!!
With a furious roar, Garon actually pulled the entire scorpion up and threw it out. Bang bang bang bang! All the devils and demons around were flung away.
"Tyrant! Kill him!! "A loud voice in the devil's language rang from the opposite side.
Bang!!
A blood-red foot about the same size as Garon's descended from the sky, trampling a group of devils in front of Garon to death. Even a Demonic Behemoth was trampled to death. It fled pathetically with only half of its body left.
The owner of the foot was a huge human-shaped devil with bright red skin. It had three eyes, but they were not on its face. Instead, they were on its crotch … The place where its head and face should have been was covered by a huge black cloud. The rest of its body was almost the same as a normal human.
"It's the Devil Warlord!!" Some demons fled in horror.
The Warlord in the Devil Legion was a powerful existence that could command millions of devils. Their power was often brutal. They were not necessarily the most powerful race. They could also grow up from various weak races.
Just like the huge Warlord in front of him, his power was no less than Level 11 or Level 12 as soon as he came out. No one knew how long his huge body had evolved.
"Nagolas!" The Devil Warlord leaned down and grabbed Garon fiercely with his big hand.
Garon looked up at the blood-red palm that was about the same size as him. He didn't dodge. He deliberately wanted to test his current strength. He kicked with his hind legs. The ground behind him collapsed directly, and smoke and dust filled the sky.
Borrowing a huge force, Garon rushed directly to the big hand.
Except for him, no other demon around dared to face the Warlord head-on. They had all avoided it.
Garon's wings lit up with seven black stars. The muscles of the whole dragon body were tight like an arrow leaving the bow.
Boom!!
Garon's body and the big hand collided fiercely. The big hand was directly penetrated by him with a bloody hole, and the back could be seen from the palm.
"Nagolas!!" The Warlord roared again, this time with great anger. The bloody hole in his big hand quickly healed as if he had never been injured at all.
The two giant hands grabbed Garon at the same time like lightning. He bent down with a height of hundreds of meters, and his 3 eyes shot out rope-like black light, trying to capture Garon.
In theory, this Warlord was Level 12!
This was the quality calculated according to the comprehensive calculation of strength, agility, physique, etc., but the battle was not finished by the value alone. The most important thing was strategy, tactics, and actual combat skills.
Although Garon was only Level 10 now, his combat experience was extraordinarily rich. He was not inferior to the top warriors in the Blood Battle. And the key was that his physical fitness was also very terrifying, almost the same as the Warlord. But the height of his body was far less bulky than the other party.
The 2 were entangled together. What Garon didn't expect was that the Demon Warlord's skills were not worse than his!
After a few moments of entanglement, although the Warlord was bulky, his fighting skills were very skilled. It could be said that there were no flaws. He was not as big and inflexible as he looked.
Moreover, every attack of the Warlord was accompanied by a huge explosion. As long as it touched, it would explode. This was also what made Garon very annoyed.
His attack would produce penetrating destructive power when it touched, which was to destroy the opponent by vibrating.
But the Warlord's skin was too thick, and there was no reaction at all when the power penetrated.
The 2 monsters were entangled together and opened up a battlefield alone. No demons wanted to be involved, and they all fled.
Looking from a distance, only a small white dragon could be seen flying around the red giant. The 2 attacked and defended each other. Sometimes one was injured, and sometimes the other was knocked down.
This was the first time Garon encountered a high-level opponent who could be on par with him in terms of skills. This gave him a chill in his heart.
This Overseer was already at the level of an upper-level Demon Lord. Furthermore, his combat skills were extremely proficient and he had been through hundreds of battles. He had repeatedly used various methods to tempt him into taking risks, but he had been seen through every single one of them. In fact, the Overseer had even almost fooled him. The Overseer's combat experience far exceeded any individual he had ever encountered.
"Nagolas!!" The Warlord yelled again.
Garon didn't know what he meant by yelling, but both sides had been entangled for a long time, and they both had the intention to retreat. He looked at the 3 small eyes of the Warlord and quickly stepped back. He pounced on other low-level demons.
The Warlord had long been irritated, so he directly changed his target and pounced on other demons.
The biggest meaning of Blood War was actually not war, nor was it to eliminate grievances and hatred.
It was to consume the huge reproductive power of the Abyss and Hell … so slaughter was the foundation of Blood War.
For the Abyss and Hell Monarchs, this was actually just a process of internal energy circulation. Because there were too many demons and low-level demons in the Abyss, they would make an agreement to deplete each other's population every once in a while …
Garon pounced into the group of low-level demons. In the red demon legion, he was like a drop of white milk dripping into the sea of blood, and then he exploded instantly.
The platinum light scattered around. Garon's claws, wings, and dragon breath all became terrifying weapons that would kill anyone who touched them.
There were demons all around. Garon didn't know how long he had been killing. He killed tirelessly, and his endless energy was consumed after being besieged by dozens of Level 9 existences in succession. Even his 180 points of Constitution felt a little strenuous. He felt a little difficult to continue, so he slowly retreated.
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