The burly bald man also followed suit, not for anything else but for that deepest core.
It was something he had obtained by sacrificing the lives of more than a dozen brothers; he absolutely could not let the gods take it back.
Cultivators from both divine and demonic realms chased after the Lava Lion King simultaneously, and the scene became chaotic.
Even though the Lava Lion King went berserk, it was still heavily injured and its speed was much lower than when it was at the peak of its power.
Just as he reached the exit of the valley, the middle-aged man slashed his back with his sword. Golden holy flames exploded on its scales, scorching the dark red scales black.
The Lava Lion King, in pain, turned around and pounced on the middle-aged man, its single horn burning with bright white flames aimed at the man’s chest.
The middle-aged man didn’t have time to dodge and was hit by a unicorn attack on his left arm. The blazing white flame instantly burned his left arm to charcoal.
He screamed and was thrown backwards, hitting the ground hard.
Seizing the opportunity, the bald giant rushed towards the Lava Lion King, raised his battle axe, and slashed at the Lava Lion King’s neck.
This ax attack manifested its entire power and essence, with dark red flames condensing into a three-foot-long blade of light at the axe’s blade, slashing downwards with unstoppable momentum.
The ax blade struck the Lava Lion King’s neck, and dark golden blood spurted out, splashing all over the bald man’s face.
The Lava Lion King let out a shrill scream, its body twisted violently, and the bone hammer on its tail slammed into the bald giant’s chest.
The burly bald man’s chest collapsed, and the sound of his ribs breaking could be clearly heard.
He coughed up blood, was thrown into the air, hit a rock wall, slid down, and was never able to get up again.
Even though the Lava Lion King was not beheaded, the wound on its neck was extremely deep, and dark gold colored blood gushed out like a fountain, indicating that its life force was rapidly fading.
It staggered, trying to continue its escape, but after just a few steps, it collapsed to the ground due to excessive blood loss, its huge body leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.
The cultivators of the god and devil race stopped and looked at the Lava Lion King lying on the ground; no one dared to approach.
Even though the monster was dying, its final attack was enough to finish off anyone who approached it.
Both parties remained deadlocked, neither daring to take the first step.
The middle-aged man got up from the ground; His left arm was charred black, and the entire arm was useless.
His face was ashen, but the killing intent in his eyes remained undiminished.
“You little devils,”
His voice trembled slightly with pain, but remained cold. “Your troops are already dead or wounded. Why are you fighting us? If you know what’s best for you, lay down your weapons, and perhaps I’ll consider giving you a quick death.”
The burly bald man leaned against the stone wall, blood flowing freely from his mouth, but his gaze remained defiant.
“Nonsense.” He mustered the last of his strength to say the words through tightly gritted teeth.
The middle-aged man’s face looked extremely gloomy.
He raised the short sword in his right hand, golden holy flames burning on the blade, and walked towards the bald and burly man.
He wanted to finish off this stupid boy with his own hands.
One step, two steps, three steps.
His footsteps were slow, each step heavy, as if he was enjoying his hunt.
The burly bald man closed his eyes, not because he was afraid, but because he didn’t want to see the haughty faces of the gods.
“Go to hell.”
The middle-aged man raised his short knife and slashed at the burly bald man’s neck.
Then, his body suddenly froze.
The short knife stopped in the air, only an inch away from the bald man’s neck.
The middle-aged man’s pupils suddenly dilated, and his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t say a word.
A dark red arrow, burning like fire, penetrated his chest, the tip of the arrow sticking out of his chest and spurting golden blood.
He stared at the arrow stuck in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.
This is the ultimate fire of the demon race?
But how could the Demon Clan’s ultimate fire be so powerful?
His consciousness quickly faded, and his body slowly fell forward, landing with a thud in front of the burly bald man.
Golden blood spurted from the wound, pooling on the ground.
The burly bald man opened his eyes and saw a middle-aged man lying in front of him. He was shocked for a moment, then suddenly looked up in the direction where the arrow had come from.
Three dark red beams of light descended from the sky above the valley.
The three beams of light hit the ground, creating three craters about ten feet deep.
The light faded, revealing three figures.
These three were demon cultivators, two men and one woman.
The two men were burly and well-built, with dark red lines on their foreheads that were more pronounced than the lines on the bald man. Their cultivation level was around the third rank of the Golden Immortal realm.
They wore dark red armor filled with complicated fire runes, wielded swords engraved with fiery flames, and radiated fierce killing intent.
However, the intention to kill him was not directed at the bald man and his followers; but rather addressed to the gods.
FAQ Novel
Q: What event triggers the dramatic shift in the battle’s tide?
A: The Lava Lion King, either provoked by divine light or sensing an opportune moment, suddenly goes berserk, changing the entire dynamic of the conflict.
Q: What is the ultimate ability utilized by the Lava Lion King?
A: The Lava Lion King employs its ultimate survival ability by burning its own life essence, allowing it to temporarily elevate its combat strength to the rank of a Golden Immortal.
Join the discussion: How will these desperate measures and raw power affect the future of our heroes and villains?