Chapter 825

The strange sound kept ringing.

The members of the Demon Race at the Demon King level in the forest also all rushed towards Chen Ang and Wan Shitong again.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ang frowned slightly.

He took out the Zhenyue Divine Spear and waved it.

It is very simple to split these members of the Demon Race; almost as long as Chen Ang makes a move, it is a hit.

However, those members of the Demon Race were not really split to death!

Instead, they turned into a pool of mud, and then recovered and continued to attack from another place!

This means that Chen Ang and Wan Shitong's attacks are just a waste of effort!

This cannot cause any damage to those members of the Demon Race!

"Damn it! They can't die at all!"

Wan Shitong frowned tightly and looked at Chen Ang.

Chapter 880: Mere Demon King Realm

Looking at those pools of mud, Wan Shitong pinched his brow.

"Chen Ang, your Zhenyue Divine Spear is no longer working."

Looking down at the weapon in his hand, Chen Ang pursed his lips.

Although the Zhenyue Divine Spear can hit the members of the Demon Race, it cannot hurt them at all; although it has no attack power, it is not useless.

Putting away the spear, Chen Ang's gaze remained fixed on those pools of mud.

As he expected, after the mud slowly disappeared into the ground, it appeared next to the tree!

Pairs of ghostly green eyes stared at them, making Chen Ang's mood a bit impatient.

Rubbing his palms together, flames faintly appeared on his hands.

The flames were not the usual red, but had a bit more ghostly blue.

As his ten fingers burned slightly, Chen Ang said in a low voice to Wan Shitong: "Use your Nine Nether Underworld Flame to force them out; members of the Demon Race are best at hiding. If we let them hide like this, our internal Qi will be exhausted! Since the previous method doesn't work, let's change our approach."

Seeing the flames burning on Chen Ang's hands, Wan Shitong had a rough idea.

Walking lightly towards the northwest direction, after finding the hiding place, he hid on the side.

After measuring the direction between the two sides, Wan Shitong pushed his palms forward, and the Nine Nether Underworld Flame flew out instantly!

As the red light rose, the members of the Demon Race were full of surprise.

With a flash, twenty-something people were forced to show themselves by Wan Shitong's Nine Nether Underworld Flame.

Seeing that the members of the Demon Race had nowhere to hide, Chen Ang suddenly appeared, the aura of the Dominator Realm accompanied by ghostly blue flames scattered, and the powerful aura instantly enveloped the members of the Demon Race!

In just an instant, the group of members of the Demon Race who were only at the Demon King Realm panicked, wanting to use the previous method to turn into mud and escape again.

Just as they were transforming, Chen Ang suddenly stepped forward, the Zhenyue Divine Spear picked up flames and thrust forward, hitting one of them right in the heart!

With a light flick of the spear tip, the two heard a bang, and the member of the Demon Race instantly turned into a pile of ash under Chen Ang's spear.

A breeze blew, blowing the ash away, as if this person had never appeared here.

Looking at his empty spear tip, Chen Ang's eyes also lit up.

Before, he was still worried about dealing with the members of the Demon Race; now it seems that their previous methods were all wrong. As long as they use the right method, these members of the Demon Race who are only at the Demon King Realm are simply vulnerable!

"Chen Ang, well done, continue!"

Hearing Wan Shitong's words, Chen Ang curled his lips slightly and continued to move forward while dancing the spear.

At this time, Wan Shitong had already spread the Nine Nether Underworld Flame all over the ground; the members of the Demon Race could not turn into mud and could only use other methods to escape.

But under the encirclement of the Nine Nether Underworld Flame, their hiding places were obvious, so Chen Ang pressed on step by step, taking the lives of two more members of the Demon Race amidst the chaos!

Seeing their own clansmen die because of him, turning into dust in an instant, the members of the Demon Race were a bit angry and stopped in their tracks immediately.

Seeing them standing side by side in a group of more than ten, Chen Ang did not press on step by step, but chose to stop at an appropriate distance.

Holding the Zhenyue Divine Spear, Chen Ang's expression was extremely vigilant.

Seeing this, Wan Shitong hurriedly appeared, stood side by side with Chen Ang, and stared at those members of the Demon Race with hostility.

Both sides stopped and confronted each other, with murderous intent in their eyes.

Although they had already killed several members of the Demon Race, Chen Ang did not have full confidence in his heart.

Moving his steps slightly, Chen Ang leaned on Wan Shitong's shoulder.

Leaning close to him, he said in a low voice: "These members of the Demon Race should be about to counterattack; in a while, you set up the formation, use the formation to trap them, and I will fight them head-on!"

Hearing his words, Wan Shitong felt his heart tighten.

"Are you sure?"

"Not very sure, but we have to give it a try."

After hearing his answer, Wan Shitong pursed his lips and finally nodded.

Moving to Chen Ang's back, he said in a low voice: "Protect me, I'll set up the formation."

"Good."

After agreeing, Chen Ang opened his arms and protected him firmly behind him.

Seeing his actions, the members of the Demon Race also moved slightly, starting to press forward step by step.

Looking at the murderous intent in their eyes, Chen Ang's thin lips pursed into a straight line, and the aura on his body began to erupt completely!

The aura of the Dominator Realm gradually permeated, and the pace of the members of the Demon Race moving forward also began to become a bit hesitant.

Squinting his eyes at them, Chen Ang ground his back molars, and the worry in his heart instantly vanished.

It seems that these members of the Demon Race are also bullies who fear the strong; the softer he is, the harder they are, and the harder he is, the softer they naturally become! Since that's the case, then he will fight!

When Chen Ang made up his mind, Wan Shitong pushed his palms upward, and a formation slowly rose.

Looking up, Chen Ang pinched a seal with his right hand, then threw it upward, instantly merging with Wan Shitong's formation.

The moment the golden light appeared, Chen Ang stepped forward with his spear.

Picking up the golden light, he rushed into the Demon Race camp regardless and killed to his heart's content!

After putting life and death aside, Chen Ang was not afraid at all; the moves in his hands were all fatal, and the aura of the Dominator Realm became even stronger.

Being in the midst of it, he was completely immersed in this slaughter.

The divine spear in his hand kept turning, and he picked up the golden light to end the lives of one member of the Demon Race after another!

Chen Ang fought more bravely as he killed, and soon, no one dared to approach him.

Holding flames in his palms, Wan Shitong hurriedly came to his side.

The two stood back to back, and Wan Shitong said excitedly: "We seem to have succeeded!"

Hearing his words, Chen Ang curled his lips slightly.

"The direction is right, the result is naturally good; kill the rest, don't leave any survivors!"

"Understood."

As soon as Wan Shitong's words fell, the two separated and rushed towards the members of the Demon Race in front of them.

Seeing Chen Ang coming from afar, the members of the Demon Race instantly panicked.

They had seen how cruel Chen Ang's moves were, and at this moment they didn't want to fight, they just wanted to escape! Helplessly, they were in the formation, and even if they had the ability to hide and escape, they had nowhere to escape now, so they could only bite the bullet and face them!

Just when the members of the Demon Race were panicked, Chen Ang picked up the golden light again, fighting more bravely, the divine spear was danced by him until only phantoms remained, and he himself became one with the spear, his figure becoming extremely ghostly, making people unable to defend even if they wanted to!

Once the morale was scattered, Chen Ang took advantage of the situation, and with just two shots, he took the lives of three members of the Demon Race!

Looking at the wisps of gray smoke in mid-air, the smile at the corner of his mouth became even more ghostly.

When the members of the Demon Race leaned tightly against the boundary of the formation, Chen Ang suddenly appeared, his long spear came out, instantly turning several people into several wisps of smoke.

When the last person died under his hands, the satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth finally couldn't be controlled.

Looking at the gray in the air, he flicked his sleeves and directly dissipated the gray.

At this time in the formation, only he and Wan Shitong were left standing here.

Turning his head to look at Wan Shitong, Chen Ang said with a smile: "Mere Demon King Realm, not worth mentioning."

Chapter 881: Fire Red Flower

Passing through the forest path, the two returned all the way.

Seeing Teacher Xing Tian from afar, Chen Ang hurriedly shouted: "Master, wait a moment!"

Hearing Chen Ang's shout, Teacher Xing Tian stopped his pace.

Turning his head to look, seeing that he was faintly stained with black blood, and the murderous aura around him was extremely heavy, Teacher Xing Tian's pupils shrank suddenly!

Stepping forward to greet him, he grabbed Chen Ang's wrist. ===== CHAPTER 826 =====