It is important to know that the stronger a cultivator is, the stronger their physical body becomes. A powerful cultivator like the War Priest has a head harder than metal or stone.

But in front of the Lord of Slaughter's fingers, it was easily inserted like tofu and then crushed.

The surrounding demons were shocked. They knew that the War Priest was a top powerhouse in the demon world, ranking second among the eighteen great demon generals. Yet he was killed instantly by the Lord of Slaughter in a single encounter.

Many demons began to secretly regret that they had underestimated the power of the Lord of Slaughter and should not have taken such a risky gamble.

Only Zuan remained calm. He had fought a war priest to the death in his previous life; how could the other party die so easily?

As expected, the Lord of Slaughter showed no joy on his face. Instead, he frowned, but he did not stop. With a casual slap, he turned several demon leaders next to him into a bloody mist.

The ten demon generals were powerful and quick-witted, taking advantage of the moment when the war priest was attacked to hurriedly scatter to the side.

However, the Plague Demon Lord was a step too slow, or perhaps the Lord of Slaughter deeply resented him for poisoning the Imperial Guards, which led to his current passive situation, so he attacked him directly.

The Plague Demon Lord could barely dodge a fatal blow, and was punched in the shoulder by the opponent. He screamed and spat out blood. His whole body crashed into the stone sculptures on the side like a broken sandbag, smashing them to pieces.

His aura weakened instantly, and he tried to get up several times but failed, clearly having temporarily lost his ability to fight.

A hazy gray mist swirled around the Lord of Slaughter's hand, steadily spreading up his arm.

The Plague Demon Lord was, after all, one of the eighteen top experts, and with his body covered in plague poison, he was not someone to be trifled with.

At this moment, Iron Fist Hulk, who was closest to the enemy, had a bright idea. The enemy had just killed the War Priest and severely injured the Plague Lord. He must be in a period of weakness as his energy was recovering. In addition, he was now infected with the Plague Lord's plague poison. This was a golden opportunity.

So he swung his proud iron fist and slammed it directly into the back of the Lord of Slaughter.

The punch was thrown so fast that a sonic boom cloud appeared around the fist, which was also shimmering with multicolored light.

That was a special light produced by the distortion of the surrounding space and the friction between the vital energy and the air.

The Lord of Slaughter snorted, twisted his fist, and forced the bluish-gray plague aura out of his body. Then he met the opponent's fist head-on.

boom!

At the same time, a shrill scream and a crisp sound of bones cracking rang out.

Iron Fist Hulk was seen retreating violently, clutching his right hand as cold sweat poured down his forehead.

His once-famous fist was now limp and hanging down, seemingly held together only by the outermost layer of skin, while the bones inside were broken.

All the demons' expressions changed. They knew that Hulk was famous in many worlds for his iron fist. His punch could not only turn a mountain into a mountain, but also a city into ruins. Yet he lost so badly when he punched the Lord of Slaughter!

The others, who had originally shared his desire to snag a bargain, quickly abandoned the idea and resolutely retreated.

The morale of the Lord of Slaughter's confidants, led by the Twisted Demon, soared in the imperial tomb. Under his leadership, they charged out and engaged in fierce battle with the Demon Lord's subordinates.

Although they had fewer top-tier experts, these commanders were the elite of the elite, much stronger than ordinary demons. Coupled with the formations they had set up in advance in the imperial tomb, they were able to fight the troops led by the ten demon generals to a standstill.

The Lord of Slaughter did not move further, but stared intently at the Lord of Demons not far away. He sensed that the Lord of Demons wanted to make a move several times, but had not found a suitable opportunity, so he dared not take any more risks.

"My lord is indeed a peerless master. He killed the War Priest in a single exchange and severely injured the Plague Lord and Iron Fist Hulk." Although the Demon Lord praised him, his face was full of fear.

"Hmph, how easy is it to kill a war priest? Why is he hiding there, trying to find an opportunity to ambush me?" the Lord of Slaughter said coldly.

At this moment, the light in a corner of the hall distorted, and the figure of the war priest gradually emerged: "As expected, he couldn't hide anything from the Lord's discerning eyes."

The Lord of Slaughter couldn't help but praise, "To be able to survive my full-force attack, you truly deserve to be ranked second among the eighteen great demon generals."

Later, when dealing with the Plague Lord and Iron Fist Hulk, he focused most of his attention on preventing the Demon Lord from taking advantage of the situation. Only in the initial surprise attack did he use his full strength. Therefore, the pressure faced by the three demon generals was actually quite different.

The remaining demon generals all cast admiring glances at the war priest; this guy was strong, much stronger than they had imagined.

Even the Shadow Demon King, who ranks first, is wary of this guy; he is a threat to him.

"I am deeply honored to have the Lord's approval." The war priest basked in the admiring gazes of the other demon generals while secretly feeling a pang of heartache.

You should know that he just used a precious war puppet to save his life. This war puppet is extremely valuable, and it has almost the same strength and form as the original body. In a sense, it can be considered his second life.

The key is that it can not only be used to save one's life, but also to attack. No matter who he fights, it is equivalent to two of him fighting one of the opponents. Even if the Shadow Demon King is stronger than him, can he be twice as strong?

This is his biggest trump card, which he will never reveal unless it is a matter of life and death.

But unexpectedly, it was destroyed by the Lord of Slaughter in just one encounter.

His heart is bleeding, but he has to pretend that nothing is wrong.

He secretly pondered that he needed to find another trump card.

I recently discovered a special secret realm that may contain the legendary River of Oblivion.

It was extremely dangerous inside, and he was hesitant to make a decision, but now he had no choice but to risk going.

Only by refining the waters of the River of Oblivion will I be qualified to fight the Shadow Demon King...

The Lord of Slaughter saw the fear in his eyes, snorted, and turned his attention back to the Lord of Demons: "You have used so many schemes and tricks, but in the end you still can't escape fighting me. Everything depends on strength."

The Demon Lord knew that the enemy's surprise attack had terrified his ten demon generals, and they would certainly not lead the charge now. So he laughed and said, "You are far too arrogant. Do you really think you are invincible?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards his opponent like lightning, his speed no less than that of the Lord of Slaughter's sudden attack.

Only a very few people in the entire hall could see his movements clearly. A red pattern flashed and spun in his eyes, one hand was filled with black energy and the other with green mist, and he attacked a vacant spot next to the Lord of Slaughter.

The Shadow Demon King and the War Priest were both taken aback. Why was he attacking empty space?

Wouldn't that expose one's weakness to the Lord of Slaughter?

Only Zuan could see what was going on. Sure enough, almost instantly, the Lord of Slaughter had disappeared from his original spot and reappeared right in the direction of the Lord of Demons' attack, as if he had gone to meet the attack.