At the end, Haras never said a word in front of the famous Demon King of Fear.

He provoked the other party loudly and said he wanted to fight the other party head-on. As a result, he didn't even have time to say a word in front of the other party, and his soul was directly wiped out.

The fundamental reason is that Halas does not know what the deeds of this terrifying demon king are.

He only realized the name from the mouth of the Bat-winged Demon, thinking that he was a silver-level warlock who was a little powerful but was far from being able to catch up with his own. He did not know the other party carefully, and just shouted at the declaration of war here, which led to such an ending.

Using the power of death, he slapped the silver-level magician who didn't even know his name to death. Vinson shook his head.

He didn't care much about the other party, but heard what the warlock was calling, and seemed to be looking for him. He sounded a little annoyed and didn't want to hear the man's voice again. Because of this reason, he turned back and slapped his soul.

He could feel that there was a devil's blood power in the body of this warlock, and he was convinced that the other party was a traitor to humans, so he took the ruthless move.

However, it was obvious that the bloodline power of this sorcerer was very thin and not very stable. It should have been given to him by the devil. His strength was really limited. Any sorcerer from the eight major academies could defeat the other party in two or three minutes, and he was not considered a powerful figure at all.

According to his opinion, in the Silver Realm, there are almost the descendants of gods and demons and top mythical creatures, followed by mythical creatures, and then the mythical bloodline warlock, and then the normal advancement of the warlock with strong skills. For example, this warlock who cannot even name his name is promoted with a little bloodline power. In fact, it is the lowest-level existence in the Silver Realm. The bloodline cannot perfectly merge with the body, and the magic power is not purely powerful. Even because the bloodline is too thin and light, there is no hope for progress, and it is basically useless.

"However, I gave me some blood, which is pretty good."

He thought secretly, then bent down and set up an alchemy array to pull out the other party's bloodline.

No matter how thin and thin the bloodline is, it is still a mythical bloodline. It is still of some use.

And on the side, Nokira was shocked when she saw the whole situation.

His mouth was opened slightly involuntarily, as if what was happening in front of him was too bizarre. His mouth was so shocked that it cracked and he couldn't close it for half a day.

Is this the legendary Demon King of Fear?

It's really terrifying!

In just a blink of an eye, he crossed hundreds of meters away from the madness of killing hell creatures in the air. Before Haras could react, he stood behind the other party.

Next, before the young man who was full of ambition could say something, he wiped out the other person's life directly.

How is this possible?

You know, no matter what Haras said, he is also a mythical bloodline warlock. And with bloodline power like Hell Fire, even if he recovers from his complete victory, he may not be his opponent.

But it was such a Haras who was directly wiped out by the fearful devil's breath.

Moreover, during this process, this mythical bloodline warlock was simply erased without any resistance!

"What kind of power is this?"

Nokira's heart was moaning unconsciously (harmoniously). She even suspected that everything she saw was not reality, but just an illusion.

Without the power of resistance, he was directly wiped out, which means an absolute gap in strength, and this absolute gap is so big that it makes him feel unreal.

But the fact is that this unreality is precisely the most real fact.

"Where did he come from? Such a perverted strong man has exceeded people's imagination. Could it be from the academy? I think it seems that there is no organization that can produce a warlock of this level except the academy."

Nokira secretly speculated in her heart that even if she got an answer, she was just standing there and not going forward to talk to the other party.

He was completely shocked.

A warlock who is even stronger than himself may not be able to fight for one round in the opponent's hands. Even if it is a friendly, he will inevitably be confused in his heart, so he is just watching it lightly.

And while his mind kept turning, Vinson had already collected the other party's bloodline.

Putting the small bottle containing blood into the ring, he raised his head and spread his gaze.

Seeing several black iron-level warlocks next to them, all with the breath of hell devils on their bodies, they were looking at him in fear, Vincent waved his hand without thinking.

The hot wind rolled out.

Just when my eyelids closed and I opened my eyes to look, the people were shattered into smoke and dust and disappeared with the wind.

"Gurlong."

There was a sound of saliva swallowing in Nokira's throat, and the Adam's apple was obviously moved.

His expression became more respectful and restrained. His rich experience of more than two hundred years made Nokira know when to show what attitude. Although he thought the warlock was not old, he was undoubtedly looking for death when he showed his old qualifications.

He took a deep breath, calmly asked, and asked.

"Sir, may I ask, are you a sent from the academy?"

The voice was very gentle, and the silver-level warlock did not dare to show any slightest intention.

Vinson focused his eyes on him, looked at him for a second, and asked, "Yes, I am a college warlock, so, I think you should be the master of this city?"

“As you guessed.”

Nokira bowed slightly and admitted the other party's guess.

"That's fine."

Vinson nodded and threw a bottle of reply potion to the other party. "This bottle of alchemy potion can give you a certain reply. I'll clean up the garbage first and wait for us to chat."

Nokira took the bottle, looked carefully, opened the bottle mouth, smelled the smell, and nodded in her heart.

He also studied alchemy a little. Although he was not very good at attainments, he could still understand the medicinal properties of alchemy potions. This bottle of potions contained a lot of alchemy materials of recovery properties, and the effects were completely mixed together without any leakage. The medicinal properties were excellent and without certain alchemy attainments, so he could not produce such a good medicine at all.

After getting this bottle of potion, he was completely convinced that the other party was indeed a warlock sent by the academy, otherwise there would be no such good thing.

“Thank you very much for your generosity.”

After dissipating the last doubt in his heart, Nokira looked up and was about to thank him, but found that there was no one in front of her.

And in the sky, a golden horse was slaughtering wildly.

For him, the bat-winged demon, which is feared by mortals, is just a fragile existence like a harmless insect, and just stirring it up casually, and there will be a large number of casualties.

The violent sun fire did not show its ultimate power. Just a little heat would make the hell creatures suffer in pain.

During the rush to kill, Vincent's heart was never fluctuating.

The deaths of these creatures could not shake his mind, because this scene had been staged many times in the past ten days, and two or three times the scale of the bat-winged demon was even far more than this time, and he had already felt numb about it.

With the continuous killing and destruction, his control power was much stronger than before.

Whether it was the power of the sun or the power of death, he initially felt the power of these powers and began to truly learn to use them.

The scorching heat of the sun fire and the extinction of the black air of death, Vincent now is no longer the kind of Vincent who used to be who only used spells. He realized the characteristics of these two powers and was able to use them appropriately.

Just like just now, he killed the Silver Realm Warlock with the power of the devil. He just used a small wisp of death to destroy the other party's soul, and there was no way to lose his life.

As for now, he is spending a lot of mana to destroy the tens of thousands of bat-winged demons on the surface. In fact, he has only played out the hottest side of the sun fire, steaming and roasting hell creatures. In terms of mana consumption, it is only a little bit.

To put it in a metaphor, he used to be able to chop people with a big knife, but now he can use a knife to carve.

This is a big leap in understanding power.

"This is the real power."
Chapter completed!