Archdemon

"No!!"

The Duke made a sad and angry sound, which was not only because of the general's death, but also because of his panic about the war situation.

Huo Ling grinned and said, "Don't worry... you're the next one!"

The Duke's combat power was not strong. Under Huo Ling's frequent attacks, his defense gradually became more and more stretched.

Huo Ling waved a halberd of more than ten meters, extracting the power of rules, making the whole sky dense with dark clouds.

This was the suppression of Huo Ling by the will of the plane, and it was also because of the changes in the celestial phenomena caused by Huo Ling's extraction of the power of rules.

But Huo Ling didn't care, he was just a projection, even if he died, it would not have any effect.

"Die!"

The halberd hit the Duke fiercely, and the Duke burst into fighting spirit and used a long sword to block it. It felt like Huo Ling was hitting someone with a flagpole.

"Bang!"

At the moment when the weapons collided, the Duke, whose power was obviously not as good as Huo Ling, was directly smashed to the ground.

The Duke who fell from the sky turned over and killed several demon soldiers who surrounded him.

Then he looked horrified, and Huo Ling in the sky had already stabbed at him with a halberd.

Fortunately, the Duke was not fighting alone. A spellcaster released a powerful attack spell, which knocked Huo Ling out in an instant and saved the Duke.

But Huo Ling was not injured in just this one shot, and his defense shield remained in good condition at all times.

Huo Ling flashed again and came to the Duke's side, and the long halberd hit the Duke like a storm.

The continuous heavy blows consumed not only the Duke on the opposite side, but also Augustine who was hiding in the Blue City.

There were potion bottles thrown all over the ground at the feet of this guy. A half-bucket of water warlock wanted to maintain Huo Ling's violent attack, and the magic power consumed was really not low.

Feeling that Augustine was a little unsustainable, Huo Ling decided to end the battle quickly.

He dropped the halberd, letting it disintegrate into a ball of magic power, which was then absorbed into his body again. This weapon was originally generated by magic power, so it was not a problem to absorb it back.

Huo Ling's dark red eyes looked up at the sky. He continued to draw the power of the rule he mastered, and his eyes had already projected two flames of divine light.

Then he flashed and came to the sky above the Duke, and directly smashed the Duke to the ground with his dragon claws together.

When the Duke just fell to the ground, Huo Ling had flashed to his side again, pressed him to the ground, and punched him violently with both fists.

Huo Ling's body was eight meters tall at this time, and the Duke's body was less than two meters tall. It was just like an adult beating a newborn baby.

Fists hit the Duke's body like dense raindrops, making the Duke completely lose the power to resist.

Finally, Huo Ling's chest bulged high, and a mouthful of hot flame dragon breath sprayed on the Duke's body that had completely lost the ability to resist.

The Duke is dead!

His chest was completely burned through by the dragon's breath, and his heart, which was the energy core, had turned into charcoal.

Huo Ling grabbed the Duke's head and lifted up the limp body. He did not rush to announce that the Duke had died in battle, but released a high-level space lock.

This high-level space lock has been injected with the complete rules of the Terry plane. Even if the two Sanctuary spellcasters want to dispel this spell now, it will not be done in one or two times.

Huo Ling released high-level space locks one by one towards the surroundings, and finally blocked this area tightly. No one or anything could escape through teleportation.

He pinched the Duke's head with two fingers and raised it high. The smile on Huo Ling's face looked so hideous to others. He roared:

"Your Duke is dead. Put down your weapons and surrender. I will spare your lives!"

Huo Ling's voice resounded throughout the battlefield like thunder. The soldiers below looked up and saw that their army commander had died in battle. The body was caught in the hands of the terrifying demon like a dead dog, and they collapsed directly.

The will to resist of these soldiers almost disappeared after the command platform was completely destroyed. The morale was constantly declining. Some groups of soldiers had already dropped their weapons and turned to flee.

Now seeing the Duke, the god of war of the Ante Empire, die in battle, these soldiers have completely lost their will to resist. Now, let alone ordinary soldiers, even the supervisors have begun to flee.

The soldiers at the bottom were like this, and the several saints flying in the sky were also horrified. Up to now, three saints of the Ante Empire have died in the war.

Now on this battlefield, the number of saints of the Ante Empire is no longer an advantage. The strength of these warriors is about the same.

Although the three saints of the Kingdom of Alto cannot kill the other three saint warriors of the Ante Empire, they canThey can be firmly restrained, and it is not easy to escape.

Huo Ling took a deep breath, full of the smell of killing and fear on the battlefield, which made the red dragon blood in his body rise.

His huge body fell to the ground and slowly moved towards the position of the mage group in the Ant army.

The soldiers of the Ant Empire who blocked him retreated like a tide, making way for him to move forward.

His body seemed to be burning with an everlasting flame, which was the power from the molten fire. Wherever Huo Ling walked, a burning flaming footprint was left.

Huo Ling's momentum was increasing with every step he took, and the color of the runes on the wings behind him became more and more eye-catching.

In the process of walking, he constantly extracted the power of the rules he mastered. This power was added to his body, making him like a walking mountain.

In the position of Ant's mage group, two sanctuary spellcasters were already intimidated by Huo Ling's momentum. They looked at each other and secretly made up their minds.

One spellcaster began to release the dispel spell, trying to lift the blockade of this space.

As long as the blockade of the space is opened, the two of them can quickly leave the battlefield whether they release the teleportation spell or directly use the teleportation scroll.

They are noble spellcasters and should not die on the battlefield. As long as they can escape, even if the Kingdom of Alto rules the entire plane, these spellcasters are worth winning over.

Another spellcaster began to release spells to prevent Huo Ling from approaching, and he took over the defense shield.

A large number of magic stones and other things rich in magic power were thrown into the functional pool by the spellcasters to strengthen the defense shield outside the position.

The efforts of the two sanctuary spellcasters were obviously a bit useless. Huo Ling's high-level space lock, which contained rules, often required two or three dispel spells to successfully dispel it.

(This plane is almost over, and there are only a few chapters left before it becomes a legend.)