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"Yeblade boy is in trouble." Asmod, the leader of the evil spirit who also commanded the army to parade, said lightly, "It seems that he has fallen into the opponent's plan. No matter whether he responds to the battle or not, he will fall into an unfavorable situation."

"The leader means? Prince Ye Blade is not the opponent of the Demon Flame?" The degenerate female angel adjutant on the side, raising her black wings and said unbelievably, "Prince Ye Blade is a genius of the Night Blade tribe that has been released every thousands of years. Even the leader fights him alone for only 50% of the time. The son of the Demon God sounds nice, but he is just a wild boy who is wandering outside and growing wildly. He has not been taught by the Demon God Satan for a long time. He is lucky and has recently been promoted to the Demon God Demon King. How could he win the Leader?"

The head of the evil spirit smiled indifferently, his voice as gentle as a water saying: "Sophia, because of this, the talent of the Demon Flame is so terrifying. I and Ye Blade have enjoyed countless resources since childhood to adulthood to achieve such achievements at such an age. And the Demon Flame wandering in the wild can also be promoted to a demigod so quickly, and its potential is really terrible. It is also because of this that His Majesty Samar wants to kill him."

"The future is nothing more than the future." Sophia, a female depraved angel, shook her head slowly and said, "But now, I don't believe he will be the leader or the Night Blade's opponent."

Asmod did not comment, but instead turned his attention to the magic flame camp, some humanoid races that were not as tall as the barbarians. They were all wearing full-body armor and were indifferent to the momentum. They have never taken action to do so.

It seems that the enemies that the Demon Flame team encountered before were not worth their attack at all.

What made the evil spirit leader Asmod frown the most was that there was an aura that made him very familiar with, just like an old friend for many years. But the other party deliberately hid the aura, making it difficult for him to tell.

That person is right?

Could it be...

Is it him?

Asmod's eyes, which had been gentle as water, suddenly became solemn. It was impossible, he could not betray His Majesty Samael. But, the vague familiar feeling, who would he be if it weren't?

"Chief, what happened?" The female depraved angel Sophia felt the leader's mood fluctuations and couldn't help but whisper to care.

"Nothing, I can be very sure, Ye Blade is in trouble." Asmod slowly withdrew his eyes and closed his eyes. He was already sure that it was him, the guy he was familiar with.

Although he really couldn't figure out why that guy surrendered to Demon Flame. But he was sure that with that guy's pride and strength, like Demon Flame could not make him sincerely worship and surrender, it was impossible for him to surrender to him, and he would follow him to attend the Hell Conference.

In this way, his intuition about Demon Flame is right. That guy should never be underestimated. The next thing may become very interesting.

Camus!

If I break your armor and mask, how will you face me Asmod and His Majesty the Demon God?

Hoho~

For a moment, Asmod's eyes became a little louder.

Let’s not mention Asmod’s feeling for the moment.

The atmosphere at the scene caused waves of roars in the ogre battle dance. In the audience, countless audiences began to feel excited. They followed the barbarian soldiers and generals, roaring to ask Prince Yebiao to come on the field to fight the leader.

Even many female audiences shouted wildly.

Sure enough, no matter how the hell world develops or how the race evolves, even if it becomes a noble who rules one side, its body is eroded by a beautiful and luxurious life. But at the root, every hell resident is still a barbarian, a barbarian who advocates martial arts as a respect.

At this time, the general under the command of the Night Demon Prince, Pulton, who had one-armed arm, jumped out and exhorted loudly: "Your Highness Ye Blade, don't fall into a trap. Our overall combat power is far greater than that of the Demon Flame Boy, and we don't need to fight alone to crush it."

"Hmph~" Prince Ye Blade also snorted angrily. The strength of the Demi-God Demon King made his voice spread throughout the audience, "Demon Flame Boy, put away your barbarism and tricks. The rules of the Hell Conference will be held. In the next war, my army will tear your slave miscellaneous army into pieces."

After saying that, Prince Ye Blade waved his sleeves and led his men to leave the scene, clearly looking unwilling to fight the Demon Flame. Just kidding, he had fought with the Demon Flame Boy, and that guy was obviously better than him in the single-handed fight.

If he uses the orthodox ace army of demon Satan, his Ye Bian will be a little scared. However, he insists on proving himself that if he uses those trash slave legions, don't blame him for being ruthless.

"Shh~"

The barbarian soldiers under Wang Yan's command all booed, and the ogres even pointed their butts at Prince Yebian's army, and slapped hard to show their anger and contempt.

The audience in the stands also booed Prince Ye Blade like a tsunami. Especially the audience from the Purgatory Demon Realm stood up and raised their middle fingers to Prince Ye Blade.

Only a few Night Demon audiences from the Dark Demon Realm have worked hard to explain the Night Blade Prince. However, the slightest remarks are just the small seaweed in the huge waves, and they cannot make any storms.

At this moment, the faces of the troops under Prince Ye Blade were extremely embarrassed, and their morale also fell to the bottom.

Although most of them are noble families of the Night Demon clan, the Night Demon clan is also a race that advocates force. However, after the other party provoked and launched a one-on-one declaration, the Night Blade Prince naturally felt dissatisfied with many people.

He was actually despised by those dirty and rude ogres.

Not only were the elite Night Demons powerless, but even the mount lion and scorpion beasts riding under their crotch became weak, and their high-rise tails drooped down.

"Haha~" Wang Yan raised his hand to stop the ridicule of the army under his command. His voice spread like a wave, "Don't scold the Ye Bian boy. Although this boy is a little coward, he is still very conscious of the current affairs. He likes to be bad, so continue to be bad."

"Coward, coward! Hahaha~"

Another craze of ridicule broke out at the scene.

Wang Yan's eyes suddenly looked at Asmod, the leader of the evil spirit in the distance.

Asmod's heart, the ancient well-bubo suddenly trembled slightly, and suddenly had some ominous premonition.

Sure enough, those ogres, barbarians and other guys who were extremely excited had already turned to the direction of Asmod's fallen angel legion with Wang Yan's eyes, and they were ready to go. At the command of the great Demon Flame, everyone immediately started to dry up.

Even the delicate and weak harpies began to fly all over the sky, trembling with excitement, and the vicious words in their stomachs were brewing to the point where they could not control themselves and gushed out.

Even if Asmode is so handsome, he is so handsome than the hero in the legend, and he is countless times more perfect. But so what? Don’t you have to be scolded if you are handsome?

Prince Ye Jian is just as handsome, and he is also full of the elegant aura of nobles. Isn’t he so scolded that he can’t even cry?

In the past, they were all the lowest creatures for the great men to have fun.

However, now, I have the opportunity to viciously scold those noble demigods and demons who can continue to live well. This kind of daily life is incredible if I think about it.

All of this is the credit of His Highness Demon Flame. He is the heaven of all the sisters and the god of the sisters.

Even if His Highness Demon Flame ordered the three demon gods to be poisoned, they would gush out vicious words without hesitation.

Asmod, the leader of the evil spirit, had a numb scalp and his heart was trembling. He hurriedly turned around without hesitation and led the army to another direction, not even giving those guys the opportunity to contact with his eyes.

No joke, Asmod didn't think that the cold and silent fallen angels and death knights under his command could defeat the demon flames in the war of verbal battle. They were a terrible existence that even a hellhound could participate in the verbal battle.

"What a pity, Asmode is a guy who reacts very quickly and has a strong desire to survive." Wang Yan shook his head regretfully. He left without saying a word, and did not give him a chance to provoke at all.

Then, Wang Yan's eyes looked at Princess Dark Song's team again. Dozens of "Princesses Dark Song" responded with their eyes and did not retreat at all.

But, this cannot be scolded.

Not to mention it, this Princess Dark Song is most likely Sister An Ge.

Even if it is not Sister An Ge, she is also the beloved daughter of the dark demon god Mamen. If she is slapped her hard, maybe the dark demon god will slap her directly.

Soon Wang Yan turned the spear head and looked at the dark saint.

At this time, among the three demon gods who were high above, the dark demon god Mamen snorted coldly: "This kid knows the truth, otherwise I will definitely beat him so hard that even his father will not recognize him."

The demon god Satan laughed happily: "Old thief Mamen, everyone says that the Night Blade Boy is the number one young talent in your dark demon realm. In my opinion, it's not so good. He doesn't even dare to fight one-on-one in front of the battle. He's really a reputation. But your daughter seems to have some courage, I appreciate it. Why not let our two families get married and join forces to drive that boy Samar back to his hometown first?"

"Get out!" The dark demon god Mamen roared angrily, "Let your rude wild boy get away. If you dare to hit my dark song, no one can protect him in heaven or earth."

"Hahaha~ Maybe your princess will fall in love with my son's strength, mightyness and domineeringness." The demon god Satan was so happy that his bones were so refreshed that he laughed. Now he realized that having a son is indeed more pleasant than having a daughter. No matter what, he doesn't have to worry about his son suffering losses.

Speaking of which, when Wang Yan looked at the Dark Saint, his subordinates naturally pointed to wherever they were.

He stared at the Dark Saint so hard that his heart was so irritated. The boy of the Son of Fire didn't know how to play, even she would have to fight against him, right? Don't think he couldn't do it. This guy's tactics have always been tricky and difficult to figure out.

Fortunately, Wang Yan didn't really mean to make things difficult for her. After staring at her, he called her for a while, and then led the army to sway, continued to show off his might, and accepted the cheers from the audience.

This looks like he has won the championship.

"Hmph~"

In the distance, the ultimate Night Blade Prince was hard to see, with a squirting fire in his eyes, "Demonic flames, I will be on the battlefield later. This prince will make you regret being born in this world."

With the five final teams, they all appeared in front of the audience and the demon.

The finals are about to begin.

Immediately, the three demons joined forces to perform magic tricks and use laws to expand the arena.

In an instant, the heaven and earth were twisted, and the five-color light and shadow passed by people like a dream. Time passed very long and seemed to be very short. When people saw the scene in front of them clearly, they found that the heaven and earth seemed to have changed.

The already very large conference scene has now been expanded to a hundred times, more than a thousand times.

Take the scenery in front of Wang Yan for example. A red river that is more than a thousand feet wide is rushing past, with the river water rushing and plumes not falling. Even with the size of the ogre's huge meat mountain, in front of this huge river like an ant, it is as weak as an ant.

In the distance behind me, a steep giant mountain range runs across the east and west. Some places on the mountain are densely covered with jungles, while some places are gloomy and dark, and a large part of the slurry is rolling.

The steepest place is that even the harp can't fly up.

The ground under the feet of the army has also changed, turning into endless rolling hot sand, and the feet are getting hot when they step on it. The heavier the troops, the harder it is to sprint.

Wang Yan's army, except for a few flying harps and succubus, most of the other troops are heavy infantry and heavy cavalry. In this environment, let alone charging, even marching becomes very difficult.

Especially the heavy ogre heavy infantry, who was as heavy as a mountain, stepped on the soft and hot gravel and fell to his knees.

In just a moment, Wang Yan's army of thousands of people was trapped and unable to move.

"mean!"

In the sky, at the sight of the three demons' phantoms, the demon god Satan roared: "Mamen, Samar. You two bastards, dare you join forces to cheat?"

The fallen demon god Samar said quietly: "Satan, please don't spit people with blood. The three demon gods joined forces to create terrain and randomly teleported five teams, which was a game rule that had been agreed upon. Your son's legion was teleported to the quicksand zone, which was a bad luck."

"Luck is also a kind of strength." The dark demon god Mamen, also the old god, said, "Originally, according to your son's legion, it was impossible to reach the end. Now it's just a loss sooner or better."

The demon god Satan was so angry that his majestic body trembled, but he could not find the other party's tricks to cheat, and his red demon face was so angry that he could only make a secret oath that he would help his son become a god as soon as possible when he went back. He turned around and the father and son joined forces to find the place one by one.

Speaking of Wang Yan, he was stunned when he saw his thousand-man army being teleported to such a ghost place. Is this terrain considered good luck or bad luck?

There is a big river blocking the road on the left, and a large mountain range blocking the road on the right. There is quicksand everywhere in front and back, making it difficult to move forward. This is completely deadly.

This is the disadvantage of Wang Yan using the slave legion.

The melee ability of ogres and barbarians is indeed very powerful, especially the ogres. Even the melee ability of even the Purgatory Demons, which have always been strong, is even afraid of themselves when they become crazy.

However, it is not unreasonable that ogres are often caught as gladiator slaves. Because of their bloated and huge size, it is difficult for legendary ogres to fly, let alone those elite legions with only half-step S-level.

But the race of Purgatory Demon is different. They must be strong and strong, and have wings, and their qualifications and potential are outstanding. When they reach the level of a legendary general, they can fly easily and freely even in heavy armor.

This is the gap that is difficult to smooth out among racial talents.
Chapter completed!