A piercing scream rang out, and the left half of his body disappeared completely, his internal organs exposed to the air, slowly writhing. Upon closer inspection, the edges of his wound were extremely uneven, with many teeth marks, as if he had been bitten off by countless mouths.

Enraged at the sight, the Lord of Slaughter briefly shook off the Lord of Demons and rushed to his side, delivering a punch to the Death Controller.

The opponent's body emitted countless shrill screams before being blasted apart into countless flying corpses by this powerful punch.

Of course, there was no joy on his face. The Death Controller was composed of countless corpses and had an astonishingly strong regenerative ability. Although he had severely injured him, he would recover in no time.

At the same time, a spell struck the Twisted Demon, and his destroyed half of body began to regrow flesh and blood.

"Take Salame away quickly!" The Lord of Slaughter stood in front of the Twisted Demon, facing the attacks of the Demon Lord, the Shadow Demon King, the War Priest, and many other powerful figures who had arrived.

"My lord, you must flee! I will stay behind to cover your retreat. You go and gather the armies from all sides to annihilate the rebels," the Twisted Demon hurriedly said.

This was indeed the Lord of Slaughter's initial plan, but he still laughed: "You can't possibly cover the retreat, I'll take care of it..."

He was about to say that it would be easier for me to find a chance to escape when his expression suddenly changed, and he slapped his back with a palm.

The Twisted Demon coughed up blood and flew back, but a sinister smile appeared on his face as he triumphantly raised the black spikes in his hand.

The Lord of Slaughter felt a numbing sensation spread from his lower back throughout his body. He stared sharply at the Scorpion King in the distance: "Your stinger!"

The Scorpion King said with a smile, "My lord, there are few in all the realms who can withstand the venom of my stinger. How does it taste?"