The extremely thick and nauseating smell of blood lingered under the noses of the wizards. Many wizards blocked their sense of smell and silently activated the detection magic and personal protection magic to feedback their own physical conditions.

Despite the detection and protection measures, some wizards still felt headaches and their blood began to flow backwards and boil.

The demons only felt that the air around them was extremely hot, and traces of liquid flames that were barely noticeable to the naked eye were wrapped around their skin, leaving one charred mark after another.

"Damn human wizard, get out of here. This is a feud between us demons and angels. Do you like these angels? Those hypocritical birdmen who will do anything for their beliefs!!!"

The conqueror Poma, who was fighting with the wizard Benke, waved his evil weapon covered with demon runes repeatedly. The surging blood wave almost enveloped him. The demonic spells from deep in his blood drove the blood aura to erode the scorching sun transformed by the wizard Benke.

The spear that exuded a sinful and ominous aura was lifted high by the third-level demon leader and thrown away repeatedly, then spun in the air and returned to the demon's hand.

"This is a plane that belongs to humans. Humans live here, not you filthy bastards who have fallen into the abyss. As for the angels in heaven, we will deal with them later, but next I think it would be better to kick you lunatics out!"

Wizard Benk, who had turned into a small sun, set off a raging flame, dyeing half of the sky into a sea of ​​fire. As he spoke, he drove the power of the laws in his body to create more flaming meteors falling from the sky.

He said this only to appease the angels. Once the demon leader retreated, he would immediately turn around and massacre the angels.

They are just a group of alien races. Human beings must always rely on themselves. Only by relying on themselves can they become stronger, instead of pinning their faith and hopes on the illusory non-humans.

They are not of the same race, and their roots are different, so how can they have common interests? "Okay, okay, I think you are tired of living!"

Boma roared, and the originally huge demon body swelled even more. The hideous blood vessels as thick as streets kept beating. The terrifying power was wrapped in the breath of the abyss, the power of the devil, the power of the battle law and the blood magic all worked together.

The black and red demonic weapon looked even more hideous and terrifying at this moment, like an abyss that had fallen into the human world.

The scarlet demonic power and the dark purple abyss breath were entangled around it at the same time. A bloody spear that was more than 2,000 meters long and cast a huge shadow on the battlefield had already taken shape above Boma's head.

"He just relies on his own racial talent and the blessing of the abyss to wantonly wield crude power!"

Wizard Benk snorted disdainfully, but Taylor, who was constantly slaughtering demons and abyss creatures on the battlefield, could vaguely hear a hint of envy and jealousy.

Wizard Benk took out a witchcraft book from somewhere. The book had a golden border, a cover made of an unknown special material, and pages that exuded an endless scent of fire.

This is the witchcraft prop that belongs exclusively to Wizard Benk. It is made entirely of top-level third-level fire element materials mixed with some fourth-level fire element materials. Wizard Benk once used up all his savings to create this special witchcraft book.

The final witchcraft book did not disappoint Wizard Benke. It recorded a large amount of the mysteries of the laws of the fire element and Wizard Benke's various fire element witchcrafts that could increase Wizard Benke's strength by more than half.

More importantly, this witchcraft book can also help Wizard Benke further understand, learn, and analyze the laws of the element of fire. With the help of this book, Wizard Benke has learned a lot of knowledge about the laws of the element of fire, and has a further understanding and analysis of the derived concepts.

Because the demon leader Poma took the lead in using his ultimate skill, the wizard Benk became angry. When he took out the red and gold-rimmed witchcraft book, it meant that he was going to use his "strongest" trump card.

Two suns, one big and one small, are slowly merging and eventually becoming one.

"Witchcraft. Burning. Endless!"

A voice filled with murderous intent and anger sounded in the sky, and the huge sun floating in the sky slowly changed its shape, like a pool of flowing water, or a ball of burning flame that was a hundred meters high.

The temperature of the flame was so high that the space began to slightly distort. A large amount of air was sucked into the flame and burned into nothingness. Within a thousand miles of the center of the flame, a large amount of air began to flow back frantically, and the strong wind caused it to make Taylor's wings tremble.

When Taylor raised his head and took his first look at the giant ball of fire burning in the sky, he couldn't help but feel that this ball of fire could burn forever and burn all matter.

This is a feeling completely from the inside out, an impression at first sight, and also an impact of information flow brought about by the energy fluctuations emitted unconsciously by this witchcraft.

It was really a power comparable to that of a god. This was a powerful and majestic third-level wizard! Taylor was extremely excited when he saw this scene. He also had a deeper understanding of the power represented by third-level wizards. Even the attacks they launched could generate a torrent of information impact on second-level life forms.

This is the power of the law, the power that constitutes the endless planes, every plane, and every world.

The battlefield gradually became silent. Even the angels stopped their actions. Angels, demons and wizards all stared at the sky quietly. Only the cold puppet army was still fighting with the irrational creatures of the abyss.

The three warring parties all understood that the final outcome of this battle would fall into the hands of those two god-like figures.

At this moment, the conqueror Poma felt that he was carrying a huge pressure like dozens of mountains on his shoulders, which almost made him bend over. He struggled with both hands to hold up the two-kilometer-long, scarlet spear.

The breath of the abyss impurities the spear, increasing its power but also weakening Poma's control over it.

Veins bulged in Poma's arms. He squeezed the demonic power in his body and drove the spear towards Wizard Benke.

When Wizard Benke saw how hard Poma was trying, the slightest bit of envy in his heart faded away. What is not yours will never be yours.

As Wizard Benk's mind moved, the orange-red fireball began to slowly wriggle, weaving a large net of flames in the air, trapping the blood spear that exuded the scent of blood and sin.

The huge net of flames suddenly shrank into a pattern-like existence that clung to the shaft of the blood spear. The mixed laws of the fire element and the burning force in it began to burn the aura of sin, the power of the devil, and the abyss on the blood spear.

The blood spear did not disappear, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wizard Benk had won.

"It seems that I have won, demon, the power in your body is too mixed."

(End of this chapter)