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"Okay, OK." Wang Yan pressed his hands and said, "Don't be too happy too early, there is another Asmode that has not been taken down."

Too.

Because what Wang Yan did before was really shocking the world. As a result, everyone's attention was focused on him.

The war between Asmod and the Desert Emperor is already in a stalemate and infinite cycle.

Every time, after Asmod tried his best to destroy the Desert Emperor's puppet army, he had not escaped much, but was targeted by the Desert Emperor like a maggot, and he used sandstorms, quicksand vortexes, and Anubis puppet soldiers to attack and entangle.

In terms of strength, Asmod's army is many times stronger than the Desert Emperor alone.

But he couldn't stand the other party's persuasion and beating each time, causing endless trouble to Asmod's army. He thought it was like peeling potato skins, which kept causing losses to Asmod's army.

Asmod has been attacked more than ten times since the war has been delayed. Even though he has become more and more accustomed to this kind of sneak attack and cautious, and even knows that he will use lich trash skeletons to entangle the other party, his army still inevitably loses nearly 30%.

If Asmod had not had the strong control power, his army might have lost all its morale.

Even so, some of the generals under Asmod were already in extreme irritability. The endless killing of sand puppets, the quicksand vortex that would appear all the time, and the guy named Desert Emperor jumped out from time to time to sarcasticly.

Everything is extremely annoying.

At this time.

A brilliant energy burst out from the sky for dozens of miles away.

Asmod's originally gloomy face was even more ugly: "Prince of Night Blade was eliminated." The one who sent that signal was the most outstanding undead assassin under his command and the most outstanding scout.

Once the Night Blade is eliminated, the Magic Flame will free up his hands to deal with him.

And now Asmod's army is still more than a hundred miles away from where he is preparing to cross the river.

Unless he gave up the ground troops and fled quickly with the fast-moving flying troops. Otherwise, his battle with the Demon Flame Army will be inevitable.

"Chief, please make a decision." Sophia, an adjutant of the Fallen Angel, gritted her teeth and advised, "We must give up the skeleton warriors and corpse demons, and then cross the river as fast as possible and join the army of the Dark Saint."

"Sentence." Asmod said with a cold face, "All legendary lichs, the entire team of fallen angels, the entire team of skeleton dragons, and all legendary skeleton generals will follow me. The rest of the units are stationed on the spot and delay the enemy's operations as much as possible."

Asmod was also a decisive person. He immediately gave up the ground troops even though he knew nothing could be done.

All the flying units were already gathering in the air and were about to move forward at full speed towards the set goal, a hearty laughter sounded: "Asmod, my dear ally, where are you going?"

As the sound fell.

A tall purgatory demon suddenly appeared before Asmod's army.

He just stood in the air, and while he was alone, he even stood out from the invincible knights with thousands of troops. It seemed that in front of him was not an ingenious army, but seven or eight hundred native chickens and tiles.

"Demon Flame!"

Asmod's pupils shrank, and his breath suddenly became a little colder, "You dare to intercept me alone. Could it be that you really treat me Asmod as a rookie?"

"Half of Demon Moon." Wang Yan smiled indifferently, "I bet that if I join forces with the Desert Emperor, I will definitely hold you back for half an hour. Of course, the premise is to exclude you Asmod from running away alone regardless of the casualties under your command."

"Impossible!" Asmod showed disbelief on his face, "Under the crushing of my army, even if you have the strength of the Great Devil, you will definitely die."

"If you don't believe it, you can try it." Wang Yan easily shook the war hammer, "I didn't have a good fight with Ye Bian just now, and it happened to be with your army."

"The dragon troops of the bones, the whole army attacked." Asmod's face darkened and he waved his hand to command.

In the current form, only by defeating the demon flame or forcing him to retreat can he have a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, if the demon flame army gathers and pushes him, he will definitely be defeated.

Dozens of legendary skeleton dragons were slapping at Wang Yan.

Each of their aura is filled with violent death energy. Once a siege is formed, the ordinary demigod can definitely be dragged to death without a burial place.

"The legendary skeleton dragon is not weak." Wang Yan stood alone in the air, his eyes relaxed and calm, as if he was killing him not a group of giant dragons, but a group of sparrows.

His wings moved, and his body suddenly disappeared into the space.

The next moment, he had already appeared above a legendary skeleton dragon. The ugly fire hammer slammed and burst out with a dazzling light like the sun.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the giant dragon skeleton didn't even have time to react, and his head was exploded into pieces. The vast fire covered its bones, burning its bones to crack and shatter, and falling like rain of fire.

One blow!

Wang Yan killed a legendary skeleton dragon in an instant with one blow, and the heroic feeling in his heart also flourished and filled his chest. Thinking back then, any legendary rank standing in front of him was so arrogant, and he needed to look up to him like a mountain.

However, now he has reached the demigod level and is still the best among the demigod level. The ordinary legendary level is just a small soldier to him.

As for the demigod level, it was just a little trouble for him.

If Ampe Qingming was not dead back then, he would have faced Wang Yan. Wang Yan was confident enough to easily suppress the other party, and the legendary shikigami he summoned was just toys.

"It's true that he is the power of the great devil." Asmod's pupils shrank, his hands were like, "Lich ranged assistance, legendary Fallen Angel interspersed with attacks."

The most important thing is that Asmod drew out the evil spear and went into battle himself.

Now that the Demon Flame is confirmed to be at the level of the Great Demon King, then if the skeleton dragons and the Fallen Angels alone would have to fight all of them. Although he is just an ordinary demon king's strength, he can still trust the Demon Flame to do it.

After all, the gap in strength between the Demon King and the Great Demon King is not a qualitative change, but a difference in quantity. It is not as big as the gap between the legend and the Demi-God.

"boom!"

When Wang Yan smashed a legendary skeleton dragon again, a cold breath attacked his back, and the aura was filled with the power of death, despair, and endless fear.

Even with Wang Yan's strength, he could feel a chill spread from the depths of his heart to his whole body, and a feeling of loss inevitably appeared in his mind.

This is how cool the death of Asmod is.

It was a battlefield magic skill that could make the opponent's entire army fluctuate to the body and mind by the cold of death, and thus greatly reduce its strength. Unfortunately, Wang Yan's strength is better than him.

This total range of death chill fluctuations had a limited impact on him.

The extremely hot breath flowed slightly in the body, and the terrifying chill of death was dispelled. At the same time, he looked back and slapped away with a hammer.

At this time, Wang Yan's explosive power was not dared to say that it was to destroy the world. However, one punch and one kick was already extremely powerful. It was no problem to use all your strength and knock down a mountain with one blow. Its lethality was comparable to some ordinary nuclear bombs.

The war hammer is wrapped in vast flames, and the boiling heat is like the scorching sun hanging in the sky, and the light shines on people's eyes cannot be opened.

"boom!"

The two secondary artifacts of the Fire Hammer and the Evil Pulse Crashed together fiercely. The violent chill of death rushed into Wang Yan's body like a tide, almost rotting half of his body.

Asmode was even more unbearable. He was shocked by Wang Yan's terrible explosive power and flew hundreds of meters away. His whole body was ignited, burning with raging flames, like a burning chicken in the air.

"Ah~" Asmod roared in pain, desperately circling his death chill to resist the flames. Fortunately, he was a demigod-level powerful man, and he barely extinguished the flames after a few seconds.

But even so, he was so handsome that he was burned black, and his slightly reflective beautiful feathers were burned to a maximum of half, and he was extremely miserable.

"How is that possible?"

Asmod was inexplicably shocked. He originally thought that even if he was not a match for Demon Flame, he could do it if he persisted for more than ten moves and was knocked back. But what happened now? He actually repelled with one blow and suffered a great loss.

"Not bad." Wang Yan waved the warhammer and knocked back two skeleton dragons who were trying to take advantage of it. He laughed wildly and said with a hearty laugh, "Asmod, your comprehensive strength is better than the Night Blade. Come on, let's fight again."

Wang Yan was like a peerless general, fighting against the elite enemy forces. Even if he was besieged by seventy or eighty legendary levels, he was not afraid at all. He was like a god burning with flames. In just a few seconds, a legendary level would be blown up.

Not only is Wang Yan particularly powerful in offensive ability, but what is even more terrifying is the elusive law of space. Whenever Asmod joins hands with several legendary-level powerful men and is ready to give Wang Yan a fatal blow, he can often tear the space and teleport to the other side of the battlefield, and bombard a legendary-level powerful man in just a few seconds.

"Damn Demon Flame! Is he the Purgatory Demon Clan or the Abyss Demon Clan?"

Asmod's extremely handsome face had become distorted. This magic flame was too difficult to deal with. It was extremely slippery on the battlefield and was as elusive as a ghost.

Not to mention that he is so powerful in using flames, he is so proficient in the laws of space. If he hadn't looked like Satan, the demon god of hell, others would have thought that he had the bloodline of the Abyss Demon Clan.

Not only that, his space law ability is no less than that of the demigod-level demon kings in the abyss.

Among the three demons who are above.

The expression of the demon god Satan became more and more pleasant. As his son showed his strength, he felt more and more happy. This precious son was even better than expected.

Just at the level of combat effectiveness, it is no less than those old-fashioned demon kings.

You should know that every great demon king has gone through thousands of hardships, and has accumulated at least thousands of years of cultivation to succeed. His purgatory demon god Satan is already relatively powerful among the three great demon gods, and his subordinates are only seven great demon kings.

What satisfied him the most was that his son was still very young and had a huge room for growth. I believe that he could advance his own realm to the level of the Great Demon King without a century of circumstances. At that time, in addition to the three great demons, he might be the strongest man in Purgatory.

The purgatory demon Satan was constantly surprised and shocked and attacked the other two demons. Wang Yan had just shown explosive power at the level of a great demon.

In their selfishness, they still believe that Wang Yan is still half apart from the real big devil. However, they never expected that he could fight 60 or 70 legends alone, plus a demigod without being at a disadvantage.

The most terrifying thing is that not only has mastered the superb spatial laws, but the flames he controls are also very wonderful and powerful. Compared with the evil and fierce hellfire, it is more mellow and long, but it is also extremely fierce, as if it can burn all things in the world.

That kind of flame, especially the dark magic energy and the law of death derived from the laws of darkness, was even more restrained. The powerful skeleton dragons sprayed out the death frost burning, and they could not exert much power when they fell on him, and were blocked by the flames rising around him.

The fallen demon god Samar looked at the fallen angels who came from the same source, turning into firebirds one by one, and falling on the spot, and his face became more and more gloomy and terrifying. The depravity angels who had been promoted to the legendary level were all the best in the fallen demon realm, and their hopes for fighting against the Holy See in the future.

But now, they were all easily pinned to death by the boy Demon Flame one by one. The difference in strength is like an adult and a two or three-year-old child, which is completely uncomparable.

"Hahaha, Your Highness Demon Flame Don't care about your own pleasure. I will help you."

The arrogant and cool voice of the Desert Emperor sounded, accompanied by a burst of wild sand dancing, and a magic figure of hundreds of meters high condensed above the desert, standing out of thin air, the wild sand flowing, majestic and like a god.

I don’t know if I have an illusion, but the third eye seems to be opened in the middle of the head of the Dharma image condensed by the yellow sand.

If this is true, the Desert Emperor may be the descendant of the first generation of civilizations and the Three-eyed Clan civilization that appeared on Earth.

"Oops!"

Asmod, holding an evil spear, suddenly turned cold and his heart beat wildly. The difficult and disgusting desert emperor really appeared, so he was afraid that his ground troops would be completely affected.

Before, it was because of legendary elites who quickly killed the desert emperor's gravel puppets, so that he could force him back again and again. Now the legendary elites have been pulled out to resist the demon flames, so why should he resist the desert emperor's gravel puppet army?

Asmod guessed correctly.

The Desert Emperor wanted to use the Anubis army to teach the ground troops a lesson. The two sides had fought more than a dozen times before, and each time the Desert Emperor was forced to retreat.

This made the Desert Emperor feel angry. He finally had a chance to find a bargain, so how could he let it go?
Chapter completed!