Chapter 237

Facing him was a storm.

The sky was pitch black.

Thunder flashed within it, like a giant dragon rolling in the clouds, thick and terrifying, as if the heavens were roaring.

Boom——

A loud noise.

Thunder bloomed in the sky, dyeing half the sky blue.

As if the majesty of the heavens had descended.

The weather in this Rift Battlefield sometimes seems terrifying.

But looking at this thunder, Chen Ang couldn't help but flicker his eyes, touching his chin and revealing a thoughtful expression. "The power of this thunder... wouldn't it be too strong? If I go in, wouldn't it just strike me to death?"

Well.

He indeed had the idea of rushing into the thunder.

After all, one of his talents, Thunder Body, needs the power of thunder.

But that's not right either.

"It seems that the Thunder Body talent itself, once activated in such weather, is very easy to attract thunder, should I... try it?"

Chen Ang touched his chin and pondered.

Just as he intended to try...

Suddenly.

His brows furrowed.

He raised his eyes and looked back, looking behind him.

Boom.

A magma torrent blasted straight towards him.

The source of the magma torrent was one of the two figures in the distance, waving a staff, the crimson magic circle was extremely eye-catching.

"Mage?"

Chen Ang's heart stirred, and then he sneered. "Seeking death."

Swish.

The Death Dragon Soldier appeared in his hand, Chen Ang swung the dragon spear and stabbed straight at the magma torrent.

Boom.

The moment of contact.

Terrifying aura and fluctuations erupted from the tip of the spear.

That magma torrent actually shattered crazily under the straight thrust of the spear tip, like solidified sand, unable to move forward at all.

Even under Chen Ang's spear, the magma torrent began to vanish.

"How is this possible?"

In the distance, a mage saw this scene with a look of shock, unable to believe it.

His name is Roger.

And the other mage beside him is named Aaron.

"Be careful, as expected of the target Lord Truth wants to kill, the strength is indeed not weak."

Aaron's expression became solemn, his eyes flickered, and he glanced implicitly at Roger beside him, as if he were thinking about something, but then hid it in the depths of his eyes.

"Let's do it together, no matter what, he must die today, only by killing him will our status in Wan Wan Xingta be improved," Roger roared in a deep voice, without any fear, even revealing an excited expression.

In his eyes, even if Chen Ang blocked his powerful blow, he was already a dead man.

But the voice just fell.

Chen Ang's figure disappeared.

Swish.

Suddenly.

Chen Ang's figure appeared in front of him the next moment, holding the dragon spear, with a cold smile on his mouth, and he swept out a spear horizontally. "Kill me? Who gave you the courage? That old thing Truth you speak of?"

241: The Death Sub-Dragon Delivered to the Door.

"Insulting Lord Truth, seeking death."

Chen Ang's words made a flash of anger appear in his eyes, but his movements were not slow, waving his staff and shaking the ground violently.

Hum.

An earthy yellow formation appeared under his feet, like a huge dragon head rising from the ground and turning into a barrier to shroud him.

The spear attacked, landing on the barrier, and terrifying fluctuations erupted constantly, with rolling air waves.

Roger's expression was arrogant. "Give up, you can't break my Dragon Soul Shield!"

"Is that so?"

Chen Ang hooked the corner of his mouth with a disdainful smile.

Boom.

An increasingly terrifying aura erupted from his body.

The next moment.

With a click.

Cracks appeared on the shield.

"How is this possible?!"

Roger widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, and even panicked, hurriedly waving his staff again, maintaining the shield while roaring. "Aaron, kill him! Kill him!"

The voice just fell.

Whoosh.

The sound of breaking through the air attacked.

Chen Ang turned his head to look, and it was dense wind blades carrying terrifying cutting power attacking.

The sound of breaking through the air rang out constantly.

Chen Ang's expression remained unchanged, only black mist emerged from his body, instantly turning into a giant mouth and swallowing all the wind blades.

At the same time, Chen Ang erupted with power again.

With a boom.

The shield shattered.

Roger's expression changed drastically, his figure retreated instantly, not daring to stay for a moment.

"Die!"

Chen Ang spat out cold words, dragon wings appeared on his back and flapped, and under full burst, he chased like an afterimage.

"Damn it."

Roger cursed angrily, retreating, and waved his staff again. "Go to hell, you guy!!"

Roar.

In the crimson magic circle.

Magma surged, a huge dragon head appeared, spraying a blow like dragon breath.

"Nothing more than this."

Chen Ang murmured, stopped, held the Death Dragon Soldier high, and then power erupted, the spear containing terrifying power, and he threw a spear out.

Chen Ang secretly shouted in his heart. "Dragon Spear!!"

The Death Dragon Soldier can contain all of Chen Ang's abilities, including skills.

When Dragon Fist is contained in the Death Dragon Soldier, then this blow turns into a Dragon Spear.

Roar!

A roar like a giant dragon sounded the moment the Death Dragon Soldier was thrown out.

The moment this spear was thrown out, it was like a golden giant dragon flying at low altitude, roaring away with unstoppable force.

Instantly colliding with that terrifying magma breath.

But the moment of contact.

Boom——

The magma breath was directly vanished.

And it was impossible to block the footsteps of the Death Dragon Soldier.

However, in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Roger, emitting an aura of death, like the arrival of the Grim Reaper, making Roger's scalp tingle; even though he didn't want to believe this scene, he panicked and waved his staff, casting the Dragon Soul Shield again to shroud himself.

But clearly, he underestimated this strike from Chen Ang.

The Dragon Soul Shield had just finished shrouding him when the Death Dragon Soldier landed on the shield.

With a crack.

The shield shattered in response.

"Damn it."

Roger's face changed again, and he waved his staff to block in front of him without hesitation.

Boom—

The air vibrated.

Roger's figure was directly blasted away, slamming heavily into the ground in the distance, forming a huge deep pit.

It was like a meteorite hitting the ground.

Dust rose.

Chen Ang raised his hand, and with a whoosh, the Death Dragon Soldier flew directly back into Chen Ang's hand.

And when the dust dissipated, in that big pit.

Roger lay miserably inside, a bloody wound appearing on his abdomen, not only pierced through by the Death Dragon Soldier, but the power of death was also eroding his body, leaving him on the verge of death.

"Save, save me, Aaron, save me!!"

He looked in one direction with a mouth full of blood, begging for help, a hopeful look appearing in his eyes.

Step, step, step—

Footsteps sounded.

His other partner walked slowly toward Roger.

"Roger, sorry."

Aaron lowered his head, staring calmly at Roger, without the slightest thought of saving him, and even slowly raised his staff.

"Why?"

Roger was stunned.

His brain was a blank slate.

"Why?" Aaron sneered and said, "You don't understand, do you? Killing him can indeed make one a closed-door disciple of Lord Truth, but..."

"There is only one spot."

"When the time comes, will you go? Or will I go? I'm afraid you wouldn't be willing to give it to me, right?"

"Not to mention, you wouldn't be naive enough to think that becoming Lord Truth's disciple would allow you to ignore Lord Adam's orders, would you? You, you're just too naive; this will make you die at someone else's hands sooner or later."

"Since that's the case, as a friend, why don't I send you to your death."

"Just right, the position of Lord Truth's disciple can also be handed over to me."

After speaking.

Hum.

A pale cyan magic circle appeared.

An arrow condensed from a wild wind erupted.

With a squelch, it pierced directly through Roger's head.

He died with his eyes wide open.

In the distance.

Chen Ang watched this scene and couldn't help but curl his lips into a cold smile.

He didn't care about this scene of dogs biting dogs at all.

But...

"You solved him; it seems you think you can solve me all by yourself, so, what is your trump card?"

Chen Ang asked.

The strength of the surviving mage in front of him couldn't be considered very strong either.

About the same as the dead Roger.

If he didn't have a trump card, he would absolutely never do such a thing.

Hearing this.

Aaron turned back, grinned at Chen Ang, and said, "You're right; if I didn't have a trump card, I wouldn't do this. After all, if I killed him and faced you alone, I wouldn't survive either."

"However, I don't intend to fight you personally; next, let it deal with you."

After speaking.

A scroll appeared in Aaron's hand.

Chen Ang frowned instantly, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes.

Even the thought he had just raised of killing the mage in front of him in an instant dissipated a little, and he watched quietly as the mage in front of him tore the scroll in his hand to shreds.

The scroll turned into blue light and landed in front of him, forming a huge portal.

Immediately following...

"Roar!!"

A roar came directly from the portal.

A majestic aura radiated out.

Seventh-order!!

And the creature inside the door was...

A dragon.

A sub-dragon, and a Death Sub-Dragon at that!!

"Hahahaha, see that? This is my trump card, a Death Sub-Dragon from another world!!"

"It's also my magic pet, hahahaha!"

Looking at the Death Sub-Dragon that walked out, Aaron laughed wildly. "That idiot, did he really think Lord Adam was such a simple existence? Even this Death Sub-Dragon magic pet was bestowed upon me by Lord Adam."

"And now, I will let it tear you to pieces."

"For this, you should feel honored."

As he spoke.

The expression in Aaron's eyes turned cold, and he ordered directly, "Kill him!!"

"Roar~"

The sub-dragon roared.

Dragon might erupted, sweeping like a storm.

However, Chen Ang looked at the Death Sub-Dragon in front of him with a strange expression, then glanced at the proud and wild Aaron, and couldn't help but grin and smile. "You're right, I really should thank you."

"If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have found the last piece of material so easily."

The soul of a Death Sub-Dragon, huh.

His evolution material was only missing this one.

242: Nothing more than this!

"What?"

Hearing Chen Ang's words, Aaron froze in place.

He knew Chen Ang was from the Talent-user world; for people of this era, no matter which world they were from, because the cultivation systems were different, it was very easy to distinguish which world the other was from.

Unless it was a world that wasn't very famous, it would be difficult to distinguish.

But the Talent-user world was quite famous, so basically everyone who could step into the Rift Battlefield would know.

And the aura was very unique.

Or rather, the power within the bodies of people from different worlds carried the unique characteristic aura of that world, which was one of the reasons they could be distinguished.

Knowing Chen Ang was a Talent-user, he naturally knew how the Talent-user power system worked.

He didn't expect that the enemy in front of him was just missing one piece of material from a Death Sub-Dragon to evolve?

Damn it.

Aaron's face turned gloomy.