Chapter 562: Roll Out and Face Me Head-On

No need to worry at all.

Du Bang turned his head back; he didn't know how Tang Luo did it, but it didn't matter—now they just needed to look after themselves.

Tang Luo's effortless demeanor meant that even if the number of demons doubled, he might not even need to rise to meet them.

Du Bang, flying in midair, suddenly had his expression tighten as his right hand burst into a ball of firelight.

After the firelight faded, his right hand was held horizontally before his chest, palm gripping a black, special object: a cone on top, a cylinder below.

Shaped like a shell, though the tip was extremely sharp.

The "black shell" allowed Du Bang to glide ten-odd meters in midair before stabilizing his stance—this was still the result of him unleashing fire to block.

Otherwise… it wouldn't be as simple as merely gliding that distance.

He clenched his right hand, crushing the "black shell" into scattered black powder that fell down.

Du Bang's eyes flashed like lightning as he gazed toward the direction from which the shell came.

This was naturally not a black shell, but the "Demon's Spike" of a high-ranking demon—a long-range strike weapon with tremendous power.

Don't be fooled by how easily Du Bang seemed to catch it; the actual destructive power of the Demon's Spike could pierce through steel plates several tens of centimeters thick.

Du Bang was loud and boisterous, even seeming like someone constantly being bullied.

That was because he had always been with Tang Luo and the other five generals.

His comical nature made him appear quite weak.

But in reality? As one of the Five Great Generals, he represented the pinnacle of individual combat strength in this world!

Just like Ao Yu Lie in the westward-bound party—I, Xiao Bai Long, may seem weak in the group, but looking across the entire realm of gods and demons, I am as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns!

I, Du Bang, am the same!

If it were an ordinary demon hunter, they probably wouldn't even have seen where the Demon's Spike came from before dying resentfully on the spot.

Even the other few demon hunters with records of defeating high-ranking demons wouldn't dare claim they could steadily catch the Demon's Spike.

Those capable of firing the Demon's Spike, among high-ranking demons, are also quite dangerous.

"Dare provoke you, Du Bang Grandpa! You're dead meat!"

Du Bang, relying on his ability to fly, shot toward the distant appearing high-ranking demon—demons cannot fly; low-ranking ones merely float.

It's up to me, Du Bang, to finish you!

Du Bang's shout was due to his nature, and also a reminder: to alert the other five generals of the high-ranking demon's appearance.

Quite normal—medium-ranking demons already make up half, so the appearance of high-ranking demons is inevitable, just arriving sooner than everyone expected.

Originally as still as a mountain, Holt suddenly sprang into motion—like a tank, a moving iron fortress, he plowed through the demon horde, leaving a trail, distancing himself from the others.

So far, aside from Du Bang flying in the sky, everyone's mutual distances aren't that great.

They can watch over and help each other.

Everyone is a general—can't just lie on the ground and rely entirely on Tang Luo.

Tang Luo's healing and aid are the last resort.

In sequence: when one can't hold on, then nearby companions who could help also fail—Tang Luo only acts then.

Such "training" yields the best results.

And now, Holt suddenly departing naturally has his reasons.

Selicia immediately commanded part of the phantom warriors to go assist—but the method of assistance was quite interesting: drawing more demons toward Holt.

The phantom warriors' combat intelligence is high enough to hang and beat real-world "annoying AI teammates."

Selicia can also command them to act—limited to combat only.

Soon, Holt had distanced himself over a hundred meters from the crowd.

Together with a few phantom warriors, he also lured away many demons.

Holt swept aside surrounding demons with his greatsword, instantly clearing a patch of open ground—such ground would be rapidly refilled by surrounding demons within two seconds.

These two seconds were already enough for Holt.

He raised both hands overhead, one above the other gripping the hilt; the door-plank-like greatsword stood vertically before him, and he thrust downward with force.

No heaven-shattering, earth-splitting, ground-dragon-rolling, or terrifying rips in the earth occurred.

Holt's holy weapon seemed to pierce into tofu, into the ground.

The next second, as Holt drew his sword upward, centered on him, within a circular area of a hundred meters in diameter, countless black sword blades sprang from the earth!

All demons on the ground were pierced through by the blades rising from below, turning to powder and vanishing.

Sword Grave!

With swords as a forest, forge a demon's graveyard!

After unleashing this ultimate move, Holt was somewhat out of breath; the surrounding demons were cleared for a moment, and looking down from the sky, one could see a "blank area."

Oh, even those few phantom warriors were pierced through by the Sword Grave.

But it's fine—phantom warriors were originally consumables; even the fake Du Bang would be used by Selicia for self-destruction, let alone these ordinary phantom warriors.

Holt unleashed his ultimate, clearing a bit of the field within a certain range, and the other two generals followed suit, releasing their own ultimates.

Luo La's clone burst forth with numerous chains, strangling the surrounding demons; when the chains and demons vanished, the clone also disappeared without a trace.

Luo La's true form appeared, firing something like "magic bolts" to deliver the finishing blow.

As for Clement, her green whip, originally already three meters long, extended to tens of meters, whipping up a medium demon and wildly smashing everywhere.

She literally turned the green whip into a green meteor hammer.

The effect was far better than Luo La's chain strangling.

Its duration also exceeded Holt's Sword Grave; overall, Clement ended up killing more demons.

She even cleared the demons surrounding Tang Luo's side together.

As mentioned before, demons can inflict harm on each other—tearing off their tentacles to whip their own bodies yields effects not inferior to using holy weapons.

Using a demon to smash a demon, the effect is naturally quite good as well, not to mention it's the combined force of a sacred weapon and a demon.

The number of surrounding demons decreased once again.

Then, these twisted things, combat weapons that know not what fear is, suddenly stopped, and then began to retreat.

"They ran?"

Holt froze for a moment.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Several clusters of firelight exploded above the valley, Dupont flew back, landing on the ground, panting as he said, "I didn't even exert myself, and this bunch just keeled over."

"They retreated? Why?" Holt asked in puzzlement.

Demons are absolutely unyielding war weapons.

"They must've been scared off by us. Is that bad?" Dupont said.

This battle, both in ferocity and intensity, has already reached the "critical line"; all five can feel the benefits brought by this battle.

But the battle likewise hasn't reached the level of a life-and-death struggle; with the "power blessing," there's still a bit of distance from a life-and-death struggle dancing on the blade's edge.

Right now the demon count still numbers three or four hundred, mostly mid-tier demons; there's no reason to retreat.

"How many high-tier demons did you encounter just now?" Celicia asked.

Just now everyone unleashed their ultimate moves to clear the field, naturally to free their hands to better deal with the high-tier demons about to appear.

"Four, I slaughtered them all." Dupont said.

"They've stopped."

Right at this moment, all those retreating demons came to a halt.

"Holy crap! What is this!"

Dupont let out a cry of shock; that horde of demons actually started killing each other, "Want to commit suicide? I can help!"

"Something's off. There's never been a change like this before." Holt said, turning to glance at Tang Luo, who looked perfectly unperturbed.

"Suit yourselves." Tang Luo said.

Signaling they could go up if they wanted, or rest if they wanted.

Holt and the others exchanged a look, didn't rashly advance, but chose to stay put and watch.

If it were the usual situation, the enemy's intentions we would surely move to stop.

I don't know what you're up to, nor what purpose lies behind your doing this? But we're in a hostile state, anyway stopping you is the right call.

Since ancient times, justice's little comrades have always done it this way.

They don't need a clear objective; their sole tenet is to sabotage the villain's every move.

Especially this kind of seemingly profound maneuver, who knows, it might ultimately bring enormous danger.

But right now what these several generals want is precisely danger, and they also have the necessity to figure out just what consequences this never-before-seen brand-new situation will bring.

It might become valuable data later on.

"That low-tier demon, evolved into a mid-tier demon?"

Soon, everyone spotted the clue; a low-tier demon, after killing the surrounding low-tier demons, underwent a morphological change.

The walnut-like body shattered, and what emerged from within was a mid-tier demon.

"They can evolve like this too?"

Demons grow stronger only through hunting — low-tier to mid-tier, mid-tier to high-tier.

But the hunting target must be human to achieve this effect; the Holy Order has never had any record of demons evolving by killing each other in all these years.

"Looks like we'll get a few more high-tier demons." Dupont's eyes lit up.

Compared to a swarm of low-tier demons besieging them, fighting high-tier demons is clearly more advantageous for them.

"Wait and see." Holt said in a low voice.

Take this chance to recover more stamina, prepare for the coming battle.

"Thump!"

The sound of a heartbeat suddenly rang out, in the rather quiet environment appearing that clearly audible.

Like a war drum beating.

Celicia's expression suddenly changed; the False Holt standing beside him slashed a sword at the real Holt.

"What are you doing?"

Holt blocked the phantom warrior's attack with a sword, his face showing only puzzlement, not much shock or anger, steady as ever.

Celicia revealed a pained expression: "I, I can't control myself!"

"My hand, it won't obey me!"

Along with his words, Paradise Lost opened once more, and the other four generals were summoned again.

Each launching an attack at their own original.

"Hee hee." A light laugh rang out from the void, "Fight, fight!"

Carrying an innocent air, yet with a malice that fundamentally cannot be concealed, seeping and spreading out.

Apart from the hot-tempered Dupont shouting, "You fake wanna fight me too!" the other three generals were all very calm.

Just engaging the phantom warriors, trying to locate the hidden enemy.

Celicia was also struggling to resist his disobedient body, trying to regain control.

"This won't work anymore." The seated Tang Luo suddenly spoke, "Get out here and face us fair and square."

Speaking, he reached out and grabbed; a figure flew out from the warring demon horde, crashing heavily to the ground.

On that face where innocence and evil coexisted, there was still a touch of blank bewilderment.

How did I get caught? I didn't want a head-on confrontation!