"You bastard, can’t you see the teammates beside you!" Another trainer released his Shield Mushroom."Quick, make it turn its back to me, I have heart disease and can’t bear to look at its face!" The Terror Dragon’s trainer was horrified.
"Try the power of bubbles."
The adventurer blew the "Oracle Bubble" with a golden flute, and the magician behind her used Wind Magic to blow these dense bubbles toward the enemy lines.
The dense bubbles burst upon contacting the Demon Clan, blowing them skin-cracked and shell-shattered.
"The battlefield is no fun."
Roger sat on the briefly gliding Female Fire Dragon, while two Curse Frogs on each side sprayed Curse Death Smoke down below with all their might.
They swept across like pesticide sprayers, leaving behind batches of Demon Clan penetrated by Curse Death Thorns, with heads counting up rapidly.
"Didn’t expect to fight the Demon Clan here..."
Fanen repeatedly recited the "Fly Swarm" prayer non-stop; swarms of blood flies flew toward the Demon Clan, which unwittingly inhaled them, laughing and ridiculing Fanen.
Two seconds later, this bold Demon Clan member died of massive bleeding.
The adventurer as a hunter fired a precision gun counter at the Demon Clan, then smashed the saw meat blade into its stomach, pulling out grotesque organs all over the ground.
Warriors from the Warrior Country were much simpler and crude.
The roaring sound of their Combat Skill "Summoning Star" was echoing; the Demon Clan on the battlefield were pushed around like torn sacks by various Gravity Magic, losing all temper.
"Turns out, my adventurers are all so diverse, huh?"
Gong Qiying couldn’t help but sigh. These adventurers growing up in the Sain Dungeon showed incredibly high freedom of choice in their moves.
On this battlefield, there were still a few people he paid close attention to.
Leon charged a bit too far, surrounded by a group of Demon Clan members, making Maru anxious from afar.
"Taste the power of Tomb King Nite."
He suddenly activated Nite’s King Soul power, and pitch-black Death Miasma sprayed out in all directions. The surrounded Demon Clan instinctively sensed danger but couldn’t dodge faster than the spreading miasma.
Just then, Roger’s free-sprayed Curse Death Spray also spread here, and after merging with the Death Miasma.
The Demon Clan that came into contact fell like mowed grass.
Regardless of their exaggerated physical traits or powerful mutated organs, the Demon Clan resented beneath this superior mist model.
"Huff, huff..."
Leon suddenly started breathing heavily, sweat streaming down his face.
"The power of the King’s Soul... still too exhausting..."
Yet the results of the battle in front were very satisfactory!
Suddenly, he saw vivid red flames rising from afar.
One fiery blade after another spread everywhere, knocking down and slicing through every enemy encountered.
"You want to fight me? You’re eight hundred years too early!"
Temude carried the burning Shattered Star Greatsword in one hand, the rock-covered Shattered Star Greatsword in the other, while countless Meteorite Balls floated behind, rampaging through the Demon Clan, truly without a single foe.
In that gap, he noticed the gaze and turned to meet Leon’s eyes.
The moment their eyes met, both felt something wonderful.
For those holding King’s Soul like them, these Demon Clan members truly weren’t worth seeing.
This is called value inflation!
The destruction both caused to the Demon Clan was immensely powerful, not to mention those equally skilled adventurers.
The Strategy Group has never been just that few; the Gold-level adventurers aren’t just a handful, skilled adventurers are everywhere.
After Sain Dungeon conducted strength testing on adventurers coming here, the appearance probability of Sly adventurers significantly increased.
The Demon Clan still held a vast numerical advantage.
However, it seemed they had only the numerical advantage.
"What the hell is wrong with you bastards!"
Edgar at the rear couldn’t hold his voice any longer; how did his army get played around by these adventurers in such a short while?
Originally thinking this group was nothing but a desperate rabble at the critical juncture, but viewing the site situation, he was wrong, very wrong.
"You guys... came here specifically to assist such a backwater town?"
It was not until this point that Edgar realized these adventurers were reinforcements from elsewhere!
He even saw the least wanted figures from the Warrior Country, the presence of Temude and Lanle among them evoked his worst memories.
He also noted that the adventurers’ strength was unimaginably strong.
At the scene, even the least powerful one could fight the Ember King in a team!
Adventurers like these are continually emerging from the Teleportation Gate of Sain Dungeon!
Damn it! Edgar clenched his fist, watching as the Demon Clan Alliance continued disappearing; his fist had started shaking.
"Where’s my reinforcements, where’s the reinforcements promised by that self-proclaimed High Priestess Demon woman!"
Currently, no reinforcements belonged to his side, he’s fighting all alone.
Chapter 1614: 976: Roar, Adventurers! Rampage, Dungeons! (Ten-Thousand-Word - )
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