Zhao Yuande suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a world of darkness. Countless terrifying demons rushed towards him, and many Demonic Beasts that were taller than the sky stared at him coldly.
At this moment, black smoke was rising from the ground, and a pungent smell of blood mixed with a terrible poison enveloped him again and again.
He felt his throat dry up, and his chest rose and fell as if he was about to suffocate to death.
It was also at this moment that the black-robed monk revealed a cold smile. A pitch-black sickle appeared in his hand, and he slashed down fiercely at Zhao Yuande, who was in a daze.
"Hehe! You are as cunning as a ghost. No matter how high your cultivation is, under my dark net, you will be stopped for a breath of time. In a breath, I can kill you a hundred times! " The black clothed monk's cold voice echoed in the stands, and he couldn't hide the complacency on his face.
Shen Tu Yinghao was shocked when he saw this. He was just about to rescue Zhao Yuande when he heard a voice as soft as a mosquito in his sea of consciousness.
"Brother Shen Tu, don't worry, I'm fine!"
Shen Tu Yinghao was stunned, and his face suddenly showed a trace of joy.
At the moment when the black clothed monk's huge sickle was about to hit Zhao Yuande's forehead, Zhao Yuande suddenly opened his eyes and grinned at him.
The black clothed monk obviously felt that something was wrong, but at this time, he couldn't turn back, and could only continue.
He didn't believe that the other party could withstand his attack and be fine, and he didn't believe that the other party had any way to escape this disaster in this situation.
Just when the black clothed monk was feeling nervous, he saw the other party's mouth suddenly open, and a voice exploded in his ears.
"Die!"
As soon as Zhao Yuande said the word 'die', a strange rumbling sound came from the stands. An invisible sound wave came out of Zhao Yuande's mouth.
Due to the friction of the sound waves, a series of crackling sounds could be heard in the air. Streaks of black lightning swam chaotically in the area where the sound came from. The trajectory of the black lightning formed the shape of a huge trumpet. This huge trumpet instantly enveloped the black-robed monk whose face was filled with shock.
The huge megaphone expanded infinitely. However, just as it expanded to the surroundings of the stands, it was restrained by an invisible force, preventing the power from leaking out.
It seemed that someone had set up a restriction around their grandstand, separating the entire grandstand from the other grandstands. The experts here seemed to have long known that a fierce battle would occur here, so they had already made preparations.
When the monk in black saw the huge loudspeaker formed by black thunderbolts coming toward him, his face suddenly showed an extremely frightened expression. It was so close and so sudden. Even if he didn't die, he would be severely injured. In this place, no matter what he did, he needed power. If he was severely injured, he would lose everything and even be ruthlessly abandoned by the guys in the Devil World.
"Brother Mara …" Helpless, he could only ask for help.
A large, pitch-black hand reached out from not far behind him. The large hand scooped up the monk's body, intending to grab him.
However, at this moment, a huge hand reached out from the void and slapped towards the pitch-black hand.
"Boom!"
The two large hands collided in the void, creating a loud, earth-shattering sound.
The large, pitch-black hand was smashed into smithereens. However, the large, pitch-black hand also paused for a moment.
At the same time, Zhao Yuande's body also shook. He retreated a dozen steps before stabilizing himself. A trace of blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.
It turned out that Zhao Yuande had already expected Mara Tian to help the monk in black. Thus, he sent out a palm to block the large, pitch-black hand. However, from this collision, he could feel how powerful the other party was. He felt that even if he used all his means, he would not be a match for this person. However, if the other party wanted to defeat him, he would have to pay a certain price. It was simply impossible for the other party to kill him.
In the instant that the large, pitch-black hand was delayed, the loudspeaker formed by black thunderbolts had already landed on the monk in black.
"Argh!"
The black-robed monk let out a miserable cry, and his body let out a cracking sound. A huge crack appeared on his head, and the boiling brain matter could be clearly seen. Blood gushed out from the crack, and the black-robed monk's head was instantly dyed red.
Immediately after, his chest exploded. His internal organs were blown to smithereens. His two arms were also sent flying.
The monk in black slammed heavily into the ground like a rag bag, creating a large hole in the ground that had been reinforced with restrictive spells, revealing the dark cave below.
The monk's body fell into the cave.
A gust of cold wind blew out from the cave, mixed with angry roars. There was actually a beast cage below.
"Argh! Save me! "
The monk in black's desperate cry came from below.
"Crack! Crack! "
Then, the sound of bones being chewed could be heard. It was unknown what kind of ferocious beast was down there, but it had actually eaten the black-robed monk alive.
"Hiss!"
Everyone could not help but gasp at this moment.
The people from the three major forces looked at Zhao Yuande with different shock in their eyes.
Zhao Yuande was able to instantly injure an expert from the Demon Realm. This strength was enough for them to take him seriously!
This was especially true for the Immortal Realm. Everyone's face revealed a smile. This person had killed an expert from the Demon Realm and had already formed a deadly feud with the Demon Realm. The enemy of an enemy was a friend. Zhao Yuande was now on the same side as them.
This was especially true for Daoist Tian Xing. Light flashed in his eyes as he looked at Zhao Yuande with admiration.
Although Zhao Yuande had caught them off guard, it was enough for him to take him seriously.
The people from the Pantheon Palace looked interested. They were enemies with both the Immortal and Demon Realms. They hoped that the two realms would fight.
"Damn it! You dare to be so bold as to kill an expert from my Demon Realm right in front of me! " Malla Tian suddenly stood up. His pitch-black eyes looked at Zhao Yuande and sneered, "Today, I will kill you and throw you down as well!"
At this moment, Malla Tian was truly enraged!
This black-robed monk said that he was from the Devil Realm and was rather respectful to him. More importantly, the black-robed monk's sect, the Devil Note Mountain, was inextricably linked to his master, the twelve Devil Masters. If his master knew that this person was killed in front of him, he would definitely blame him.
Malla Tian strode toward Zhao Yuande. The black demonic aura emanating from his body covered the entire space!
With every step he took, his aura grew stronger. The invisible restrictions around the stands let out cracking sounds as if they could not bear the burden. It was as if they would collapse in the next moment.
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