Chapter 828

The two moved forward, and the road began to get narrower and narrower, barely enough for two people to pass side by side.

Seeing Chen Ang having to look after both sides, Wan Shitong thought for a while, and with a stride, he came to his side.

Feeling his aura, Chen Ang frowned lightly.

"You don't follow behind me, what are you chasing up here for?"

"I'll accompany you; you watch the right, I watch the left, and we'll move forward together."

Hearing his firm tone, Chen Ang understood what he meant, and after thinking it over, he nodded lightly.

The two walked side by side, and soon, Chen Ang was the first to feel the aura of the Demon Race.

Although they didn't see any traces, the aura couldn't deceive people; if it appeared, it appeared.

The movements in his hands tightened again, and Chen Ang said in a low voice: "Be careful, the Demon Race has appeared."

Subconsciously swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Wan Shitong nodded seriously.

"Boss, I'll set up the formation when you tell me to; I'm ready."

"Hmm, don't be in a hurry; now they are still hiding in the dark, and it looks like they aren't ready to make a move. Let's walk a bit further and see if there is a suitable place to make a move."

Now the place where they are is extremely narrow, and there are trees on both sides of the road; they are basically shuttling through the forest, and such terrain is favorable to the members of the Demon Race and unfavorable to them, so Chen Ang doesn't want to make a move here.

Wan Shitong understood what he meant, so he followed closely and quickened his pace.

When the two hurried forward, the members of the Demon Race also hurriedly followed in the dark.

Feeling more and more aura lingering around him, Chen Ang touched Wan Shitong's shoulder.

"No need to hide your aura; now we are in the light and they are in the dark. Hiding our aura is just deceiving ourselves, doing more harm than good. Let's walk forward openly and make a move when we find a suitable place."

"Good, I know."

After looking at each other, the two released their aura together.

No longer cautious like before, at this time they just wanted to move forward as quickly as possible and find a place favorable for them to fight.

Perhaps seeing that the two of them had let go of their aura, the members of the Demon Race also began to stir, their pace following them becoming faster and faster, tighter and tighter, and even the distance became closer and closer.

Feeling all this, Chen Ang suddenly grabbed Wan Shitong's wrist.

Before Wan Shitong could speak, he pulled him and hurriedly turned onto another small path.

After rushing forward for a hundred meters, the road ahead finally became wide.

Slowly slowing down his pace, Chen Ang still said in a low voice: "Restore your physical strength as soon as possible; we will fight here."

Understanding what he meant, Wan Shitong began to mobilize his internal Qi and restore it in the dark.

They slowed down their pace, and the members of the Demon Race began to surround them in the dark.

When the encirclement gradually shrank, Chen Ang and Wan Shitong's physical strength also recovered.

Just as Chen Ang was about to lift the Zhenyue Divine Spear, two black shadows suddenly came from far to near, rushing straight towards Chen Ang's face!

Feeling the murderous aura of the members of the Demon Race, Chen Ang's face changed, and he roared at Wan Shitong: "Set up the formation!"

Wan Shitong had long been prepared; after hearing Chen Ang's words, he pushed his two hands upward immediately!

When the formation rose to mid-air, Chen Ang moved his right hand, pinched a seal, and also pointed his hand at mid-air.

As the aura of both sides merged, the formation was officially formed!

Rubbing his ten fingers slightly, clusters of ghostly blue flames appeared on Chen Ang's hands.

Picking up a cluster of flames with the Zhenyue Divine Spear, Chen Ang's aura was fully opened, and he went straight to the members of the Demon Race who were about to reach him.

The two sides fought, Chen Ang did not retreat at all, and after two shots, the members of the Demon Race who rushed to his face turned into wisps of gray smoke.

Forcefully waving his sleeves, Chen Ang directly dissipated these two wisps of gray smoke.

At this time, Wan Shitong rushed over and stood back to back with him.

"Boss, did you feel the aura above the Demon King level?"

"No, there are only Demon King level and below here; let's make a quick decision and don't waste too much physical strength and energy here."

"Good, watch me!"

As soon as his words fell, Wan Shitong suddenly stepped forward, opened his two hands, and shouted loudly: "Nine Nether Underworld Flame!"

As the majestic aura came out, the surroundings were instantly surrounded by flames.

Waves of heat hit, and except for the two of them who were unaffected, the members of the Demon Race were burned and screamed.

Seeing that his moves were so useful, Wan Shitong pushed his two fingers forward, mobilized his internal Qi, and strengthened the flames again.

Following his movements, the members of the Demon Race began to let out bursts of screams.

Listening to these screams, Wan Shitong felt it was exceptionally pleasant, turned his head to Chen Ang and said: "Boss, I can't burn those on the edge, you go and kill them quickly!"

Nodding in agreement, Chen Ang stepped forward with his spear.

As the flames on his fingertips jumped repeatedly, Chen Ang let them fall side by side on his Zhenyue Divine Spear.

Everything was ready, and murderous intent began to appear in his eyes.

At this time, the members of the Demon Race were still in the flames, and the torment before their eyes was already unbearable, but Chen Ang came forward at this time, which made them even more terrified!

Subconsciously, they wanted to escape, but they hit the formation as soon as they turned around; even if they were knocked dizzy, they couldn't break through this formation.

Realizing that things were not good, someone began to turn into mud.

But who would have thought, their cultivation was not enough, and Wan Shitong's flames were too fierce; just as they dived into the ground, the mud they turned into was burned dry by the flames!

Chen Ang didn't even need to make a move, they ended themselves!

Seeing this scene, the smile at the corner of Chen Ang's mouth kept widening.

It seems that members of the Demon Race below the Demon King level are really fragile; a little flame burned them dry.

But that's fine, this way, it saved them a lot of trouble.

After watching the show for a while, Chen Ang quickly stepped forward.

The Zhenyue Divine Spear in his hand kept dancing, and when clusters of flames flew out, wisps of gray smoke appeared in mid-air!

The two fought more bravely, and as they fought in the fire, the members of the Demon Race also began to decrease continuously.

When a large number of people turned into gray smoke and dissipated, the remaining people had already lost their morale, and even the hiding they were best at on weekdays could not be done.

Seeing this, Chen Ang made a final effort and directly killed them until they were scattered.

After the last member of the Demon Race turned into ash and dissipated, Chen Ang supported his Zhenyue Divine Spear and directly withdrew the formation.

As soon as the formation disappeared, his gaze immediately looked around vigilantly.

After not feeling the aura of the members of the Demon Race anymore, he sat on the ground and gasped for air.

He was like this, and so was Wan Shitong.

Leaning beside Chen Ang, he said while gasping for air: "Boss, our cultivation has been suppressed for too long; suddenly using it so fiercely, the body is still a bit uncomfortable."

"Hmm, indeed, but we don't need to hide our strength anymore; we are about to reach the deepest part of the Prison of Sins, and we should be stronger."

"Fine, I'll listen to you; shall we continue?"

"Rest for a while, there might be members of the Demon Race ahead, let's continue after we recover."

Understanding what he meant, Wan Shitong didn't speak anymore, just tried to even out his breathing.

About half an hour later, Chen Ang finally got up.

Seeing him get up, Wan Shitong also hurriedly followed.

"Boss, shall we continue forward? Which road should we take?"

"Still take this road; there were no members of the Demon Race above the Demon King level among those just now, which shows that this road is relatively safe. We will follow this road directly to the location of the Fire Flower; compared to other roads, it should be safer."

After hearing Chen Ang's explanation, Wan Shitong nodded repeatedly.

The two continued on the road, their pace still looking a bit hurried.

I don't know how long they had been moving forward when Wan Shitong only felt his feet were a bit itchy.

Stopping his pace slightly, he began to scratch his itch through his boots, and couldn't help but complain: "Why are my feet getting itchier? Could it be that the soil here is not good?"

Hearing his words, Chen Ang's pupils shrank suddenly.

Finding a place with relatively strong light, he pulled Wan Shitong over, squatted down, and looked at his feet.

Seeing his actions, Wan Shitong hurriedly took a step back.

"Boss, I'm fine, I just feel a bit itchy, no need to be so nervous."

"You come over, let me see."

"Really fine, no need, just scratching it will be fine." ===== CHAPTER 829 =====