The fangs did not shatter as he had expected, but his fingers were the ones that were shattered.
Kewell was dumbfounded, and he looked at Ding Ning with a trace of fear in his eyes.
It turned out that the human world was not as weak as Sir Lord said. There was actually such a terrifying master.
Although Alec was a little weaker than him, if he wanted to defeat Alec, it would be difficult for him to do so without hundreds or thousands of rounds.
But this human "old man" in front of him actually hurt Alec with one move. How could he not be frightened?
It was no wonder that Alec did not think of the fang. After all, the fang looked ordinary, no different from an ordinary beast's fang.
Besides, the body of the Devil Clan was very strong, and even ordinary artifacts could hardly hurt them. Therefore, Kewell subconsciously thought that Ding Ning was a master that they could not match.
It had to be said that although the Devil Clan was insidious, cunning, and full of lies, they were the most suspicious and the most sensible race. Sometimes, in order to survive, they would even be shameless.
So, just as Alec was screaming in pain, covering his bleeding finger, Kewell quietly hid in the crowd without saying a word, and quickly disappeared without a trace when people were not paying attention.
After injuring Alec with one move, Ding Ning was immediately refreshed. Although he knew that there was still a gap between his strength and this devil's, with the addition of the fang, it was enough to fight him.
"Go, all of you, go and kill him."
However, although Alec did not think that Ding Ning would be his opponent, he was extremely afraid of the fang. How could he still care about his face? He roared in exasperation, but he himself retreated.
Although the Devil Army had not yet fully arrived, there were already tens of thousands of them. After hearing the order, they swarmed up aggressively and besieged Ding Ning.
Ding Ning was so angry that he almost laughed. F * ck, I thought this guy would fight me to the death, but it turned out that he was also a coward. He waved his fang and rushed into the Devil Army, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and started a massacre.
Although there were many Evil Demons, their cultivations were uneven. The stronger ones had the battle strength comparable to the middle stage of the Holy Martial Arts Realm, while the weaker ones could not even compare to the God Martial Arts Realm.
Although Ding Ning's cultivation was only at the Saint Martial Arts Level Eight, the strength of his body was already half a step into the God level. Moreover, his fangs seemed to have some sort of restraining effect on evil powers. In addition, these demons had just arrived and were instinctively rejected by the world will, so they were unable to use the Power of Heaven and Earth.
Under such circumstances, even though the Evil Demons outnumbered him, Ding Ning did not suffer any losses. Instead, these Evil Demons were utterly defeated. One by one, they cried for their parents, and their wails and howls resounded throughout the entire valley.
Ding Ning did not care too much about Alec. Although he might not be Alec's opponent, it was not so easy for Alec to kill him.
What he was afraid of was the Evil Demon Lord who had not shown up yet. Even the Evil Demon Lord's subordinates were half a step into the God level. According to the lowest estimation, the Evil Demon Lord should be an expert of the God level, or even an expert of the Divine Transformation level.
If the Evil Demon Lord was an expert of the God level, it would be better. At worst, he could forcibly awaken the Spider God that had been sleeping in his sea of consciousness after returning from the Kunpeng world. However, if it was an expert of the Divine Transformation level, then he could only run as far as he could.
An expert of the Divine Transformation level could easily kill him. He would not foolishly wait for death here for the so-called righteous cause. If the sky collapsed, someone tall would have to hold it up. He was not tall enough to hold it up.
Therefore, even in the battle, he kept a bit of his attention on the Space Tunnel. He first weighed the power of the Evil Demon Lord before making a decision.
But what puzzled him was that the Demon Lord never appeared. Instead, a few Demon Commanders appeared
Instead, a few more Evil Demon Lords came out of the Space Tunnel one after another. They did not interfere in the battle. They stood at the side with their arms crossed, looking like they were watching a show.
This Evil Demon army was not enough. Why didn't these guys come up to attack him? This was not logical.
Ding Ning really could not understand the Evil Demon's brain. Did he look so weak? Did these arrogant Evil Demon Commanders not deign to attack him?
However, that was not right. Even if these Evil Demon Commanders disdained to attack him, they could totally order their subordinates to attack him. They could not possibly think that these tens of thousands of Evil Demons could kill him, right?
Ding Ning was confused by the Evil Demon Commanders' reactions. He could not figure out what was going on. He could only bury his head and kill these Evil Demons first to see what they were playing at.
Eric's face was livid. He was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. Ding Ning did not know what was going on. How could he not know what was going on?
To put it bluntly, these Evil Demons attacking Ding Ning were all his subordinates. He could not command the Evil Demons under the other Evil Demon Commanders.
In fact, these Evil Demon Commanders were somewhat similar to the feudal princes on Earth in ancient times. Although they were nominally the subjects of the "Emperor", the feudal princes did not get along with each other at all. Usually, there was no lack of open and secret strife.
The Lord would not directly deal with the Evil Demons at the bottom. He only needed to be responsible for providing the "feudal princes" with pay and protection. As long as he controlled these Evil Demon Commanders, he would have an Evil Demon army under his name.
To put it bluntly, these Evil Demon Commanders were actually small lords who occupied land and ruled themselves as kings. They were under the Lord's name and did not interfere with each other. Only when the Lord felt that there was a need to start a war would they send troops to obey his orders.
Under this system, the Evil Demon Commander who had a strong army would be valued by the Lord, and his words would have more weight.
On the other hand, Eric usually liked to flatter others. Relying on the lord's favor, he had always been arrogant in front of the commanders. They had long since disliked his appearance of a fox assuming the tiger's might, ordering people around, and being a villain who was intoxicated with success.
Therefore, when they saw Eric's Evil Demons being massacred wantonly, it was already good enough that they did not add insult to injury. How could they possibly help?
Not only did they not help, but they also wished for all of Eric's Evil Demons to die. If Eric did not have any soldiers, he would lose his greatest reliance and would not have the right to speak.
After all, they were now invading a new world. Compared to the harsh environment of the Abyss, Earth, which had thin spiritual energy, was simply heaven for them.
They were very clear that after the Lord led them to conquer this world, he would definitely reward them with fiefdoms based on their contributions.
If Eric did not have any soldiers, where would he get the credit? At that time, whoever had a strong army would be able to obtain more fiefdoms and become the biggest feudal lord under the Lord.
It had to be said that no matter when, be it humans or any other race, benefits were the eternal theme.
The only difference was that humans might have to care about their reputation and would do things more tactfully and covertly. But to these Evil Demons, was face something that could be eaten or drunk? They were too lazy to do those superficial things, and used the most direct and naked way to express their attitude.
Eric was full of anger, but he could not say anything. He could only watch as his Evil Demon Warriors were killed, and his face was so gloomy that it could drip water.
He was thinking about whether he should take action personally, but when he looked at the fangs in Ding Ning's hands, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes. He hesitated for a long time, but still could not make up his mind.
The Evil Demons' survival ability was extremely strong, and their reproductive ability was comparable to that of humans.
If this was the Abyss, even if all the Evil Demons under him died, he would not frown.
After all, there were not many things in the Abyss, but there were a lot of Evil Demons, and they were not valuable at all. As long as they were given food, even if they were only half full, there would be countless Evil Demons who would fight for you.
But this was the human world, and there was no almost endless source of soldiers. If all the Evil Demons under him died, he would become a commander without an army. He could not possibly recruit humans to fight for him, right? That was too unrealistic.
Eric was in a dilemma. If he did not take action, it seemed that the human "old man" could really kill all his subordinates.
But if he took action, although he was confident that he could kill Ding Ning, he would definitely have to pay a heavy price, and this price might bring him a fatal disaster.
Because he was sure that these Evil Demon commanders would kill him when he was injured in order to obtain the greatest benefits. He dared not take this risk.
Don't think that this was a fantasy. In the Abyss, this was the reasonable way of doing things. This was the nature of the Evil Demons. They would never trust anyone other than themselves.
As for after this, would the Lord kill these commanders to avenge him since he doted on him so much?
Hehe, don't be naive. He would only be useful to the Lord if he was alive. A dead man should just go somewhere cool.
He dared to guarantee that if he was really killed by these commanders, Sir Lord would at most reprimand them, and would soon forget about him to the ninth heaven.
This was probably the sorrow of the Evil Demons.
But Eric did not think that there was anything wrong with this, nor did he think that there was anything wrong. Instead, he felt that it was a matter of course.
In the harsh living environment of the Abyss, if one wanted to live well, they had to be unscrupulous and use all means. They had to step on other people's corpses to climb up. It was impossible for them to have such ridiculous emotions as sympathy or pity.
Therefore, the things that Ding Ning found puzzling were perfectly normal to Eric.
Benefits came first. This was the first iron rule of survival in the Abyss.
Morality was a completely unfamiliar term to them. Their values and outlook on life were very different from that of humans. There was not the slightest affection and trust between Evil Demons.
"A bunch of useless things, all of you retreat."
After thinking about it, Eric knew that he could not count on anyone now. If he did not want to be a commander without an army, he could only choose to take action.
Of course, he was also mentally prepared that he would not fight Ding Ning to the death. It would be best if he could force Ding Ning to escape, and let those gloating commanders attack. That was the situation he wanted to see.
However, Ding Ning was far more difficult to bite than he imagined. Even though he ignored the other commanders' mockery and immediately took out his best weapon, a huge mace polished from volcanic rock, he still did not gain any advantage.
Ding Ning's strength was terrifyingly great. A pair of fangs appeared and disappeared unpredictably under the vigorous Wolf Teeth Mace, circling around his neck like a ghost and almost cutting his throat several times, making him tremble with fear. He became more and more fearful and became much more cautious in his attacks.
It should be known that the mace in his hand was not polished from ordinary volcanic rock. It was made from fiery rock crystals collected from the depths of the earth's core. He had refined it continuously for hundreds of years.
Although he did not dare to say that it was a divine weapon, the fiery rock crystals were a material that was difficult to damage, and were not inferior to ordinary divine weapons.
In addition, he had nurtured it for hundreds of years, and had already established a mental connection with the mace. It was his most suitable weapon.
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