Leah exclaimed.
The atmosphere on the mountaintop changed instantly with the appearance of the black-clad swordsman.
This one person, with his slender figure, suppressed the entire demon race.
He glanced at the dragon casually.
The dragon let out a mournful howl and lowered its head, actually begging for mercy.
His gaze swept over Delgon, who felt an immense pressure bearing down on him, as if he were carrying a mountain on his back, and even lifting his little finger was extremely difficult.
Delgon swallowed hard.
Whether this person is "The Dark Shadow" or not is another matter, but it is obvious that the other party's level is far higher than his own.
The probing magic he released, once it touched the other person, was like a fish jumping into a vast ocean, swimming endlessly without seeing the end.
The black-clad swordsman's level is at least at the Limit Heaven Rank, and he is very likely only half a step away from the Law Rank.
Faced with the terrifying disparity in strength, Delgon was completely drained of energy and felt a deep sense of despair.
"You imposter, stop bluffing! You must be trying to fool us with a magic scroll!"
The horned demon's face was ferocious, and he pointed his cyan staff forward: "Go, Great Wind Blade Technique!"
How could someone who was once a Saint-level ant suddenly transform into the Limit Heaven-level?
It is most likely a magic scroll of the illusion type.
If the demons retreat now, they will have fallen into the enemy's trap and become a laughingstock!
I, Old Niu, will expose his true colors!
Whoosh!
Wind blades flew out into the air.
The black-clad swordsman neither dodged nor avoided, calmly walking towards them.
Haha, you're asking for it!
The horned demons were secretly delighted and quickly chanted a few more wind blades, which they then fired together.
Something strange happened.
The black-clad swordsman was like a formless ghost; the wind blades struck him, but passed right through his body.
It blasted into the air, traveled a thousand meters, and then its sound gradually diminished before dissipating.
All of the wind blades were like this.
"Spatial magic?" the horned demon pondered.
“No.” Delgon’s despair deepened. “He dodged the wind blades and continued forward. But he was moving so fast that it looked as if he hadn’t dodged at all.”
"I am also at the Heavenly Rank, how could I not even see his movements clearly? My lord, you are confused."
The horned demon looked unconvinced. He thought that if he touched the black-clad swordsman even slightly, the swordsman's showmanship would be exposed. He said to his donkey-faced colleague:
"You go and meet him, I'll support you with magic. Trust me, he's just a paper tiger with no substance, he'll crumble at the slightest touch."
The donkey-faced demon was in a dilemma.
"Go now!" Delgon ordered.
He also had some doubts about the black-clad swordsman.
It might just be an illusion spell, just like what Niujiao said.
This is our last hope.
Otherwise, even with the five of them plus a demonic dragon, they would not be a match for a Limitless Heavenly Rank expert.
If this ultimate Celestial Realm expert is the one who disappeared a few years ago.
Delgon's heart tightened. Forget about resisting, he would run as far as he could!
The opponent was at the Heavenly Rank, capable of slaying Law Rank monsters with his destructive power.
Now that we're at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Realm, even ordinary laws might just be easy prey for us!
We must send someone to investigate the other party's background.
Delgon stared coldly at the donkey-faced demon. "What, are you going to disobey my orders?"
"Your subordinate dares not."
Donkey Face drew his curved sword and, steeling himself, walked toward the black-clad swordsman.
No problem, the oppression you feel is all an illusion. This is a great opportunity to make a name for yourself.
"Adventurer, die!"
With a roar to bolster his courage, the donkey-faced demon charged forward, unleashing his rare skill, [Wild Wolf Blade Technique].
The scimitar raised a thousand waves of air, and the air was cut with a sonic boom!
But the black-clad swordsman still did not react.
The purple magic sword remained unsheathed, and the donkey-faced figure made no attempt to dodge, letting the attack continue.
Donkey Face sensed something was wrong, but the knife was already drawn, and Delgon was watching from behind, so he couldn't take it back no matter what.
Die!
The donkey-faced man roared menacingly.
The blade stopped three centimeters away from the black-clad swordsman.
It's like being stuck in mid-air, unable to move forward.
Splash!
Donkey Face heard the sound of the building blocks collapsing.
He looked down and saw that his body had been torn into pieces, turning into a pile of identical chunks of flesh.
"What?
Am I dead?
The donkey-faced creature opened its mouth wide in fear, but no sound came out.
The scimitar slipped from his hand, and his vision went dark.
Red flesh and blood, along with a rain of blood, fell into the valley below.
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