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"Uh...... Ahem, ahem, ahem......" A violent cough came from the pit. The dust gradually fell, revealing the scene in the pit.

A crooked crack spread, and in the center was a pit mark that could be vaguely seen in the shape of a human. Apparently it was a man who had just been smashed down from the sky! And compared to the size of an ordinary human, this mark was obviously much larger, almost twice that of a normal human!

There was no bloody corpse in the pit, and the guy who fell didn't even shed a little blood. He had been able to get up on his own and was sitting on the ground next to him.

Except for being a little dizzy from falling, he didn't have any other discomfort, he was simply a monster-like physique!

Of course, this guy's physical fitness is indeed extraordinary, and he looks very vigorous just by looking at it! This guy who can be called a man is slender and long, but he is exceptionally tall, even if he sits on the ground, he can catch up with the height of an ordinary human, and his body is covered with dark blue thick hair, and some cyan scales. He has a pair of erect triangular ears on the top of his head, green fangs, and a cold light in his pupils that shows his fierce and cruel character.

It's a werewolf...... Or a werewolf-like but more powerful species! It's no wonder that he can behave so easily after falling from a height of several thousand meters.

If a senior magician sees his appearance, he will definitely recognize it immediately, although this man looks similar, he is not a werewolf, certainly not a human, but a real demon! If his knowledge is more extensive and his ability to gather information is strong enough, he will be able to recognize the specific identity of this werewolf demon.

Bomb Jackal, a dark guild belonging to the Big Three of the Barham Alliance, an elite cadre of the Gates of Hades, and a member of the "Nine Ghost Gates".

"Damn! it hurts!" the jackal pressed his shoulders and moved his arms, rubbing his neck, with a look of rejoicing, "It's good that even if you turn into a demon form, otherwise you will really be killed directly!"

He looked back at the pit on the ground, and then looked up at the distant sky, where mortal eyes could not pray, there was a cube-shaped floating island that roamed over the continent all year round, and that was their headquarters base for the Gate of Hades, the Underworld Island, where he had just fallen.

On the other side of the horizon, a blinding pillar of crimson light suddenly rose. Due to the distance, it seemed to the jackal to be just a small ray of light. But he didn't dare to underestimate the light, its true size reached a full ten meters! It was far surpassing Jupitt's magic cluster cannon "Kaos", a large war weapon inherited from ancient times, and a fortress cannon that was once used to deal with dragons! It was also the original model of all the magic cluster cannons that have survived today, and each shot was more than ten times more powerful than Jupitt.

With the demonic form's superior eyesight, the jackal's eyes followed the trajectory of the bombardment into deep space, but in fact he already knew what Kaos's goal was. The target of that beam was none other than the Underworld Island in the depths of the sky, their guild headquarters!

Where did that old immortal madman come from to find such a dangerous thing? I'm afraid that this is the only one left in the world now, right? Even the manufacturing technology has long been lost, so the history of this magic guide cluster cannon is at least 400 years old. He couldn't figure out how it had been preserved.

Every ten minutes, Kaos would launch it, with the intention of not stopping until he knocked down the gates of Hades.

How did the jackal know that it was Hayberion who drove the family's self-propelled magic castle directly. And that old guy even took his minions directly to hit the island of the underworld!

After dealing with the threat of the Blood Cloud Castle, Hayberion was completely free, and was able to devote all his energy to revenge against the Gates of Hades. While the loss of the legacy and the lack of mana supply prevented Kaos from using his full strength—one of the few superweapons that the ancient magicians could use directly to slay dragons—it was enough to force Immortal Mardo to defend himself.

That old guy is going crazy! They just had a little bit of a conflict with Wox in the previous attempt to capture Woz, so they were so unforgiving?

Of course, the jackals themselves and the storm were trying to blow up people's castles. But wasn't that the other party killed and sent back to the headquarters to be resurrected before he could get it? Why did that old guy and his cat and scarecrow see him and the storm as if they were dead their own mothers, and their anger is instantly full!

The unlucky one of the storm was sent directly back to the cultivation tank to come back to life, and the jackal himself escaped the catastrophe, but he also accidentally fell down because of it.

The strength of the Four Heavenly Kings of Ishgar is really not to be underestimated! Except for the acting president Maldo, even the elite cadres of the Nine Ghost Sect cannot defeat Hayberien!

The jackal raised his middle finger at the sky unhappily: "Bastard, sooner or later I will blow up your castle and kill all of you!"

At this moment, a loud roar sounded in the sky, and a small black dot tore through the clouds and appeared in the distant sky.

"What's that?" the jackal looked over. But I saw that black dot approaching his side at an astonishing speed, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye!

The jackal had just seen that the black dot was a man! Then he heard a whistling sound, and the man tore through the air and smashed it past his side and smashed it on the ground next to him.

"Boom!" The huge shock wave set off a cloud of dust that was larger than when the jackal fell, and in one fell swoop engulfed the jackal standing nearby.

"Boom!" an explosion blew all the dust away, and the jackal looked at it with an unhappy expression.

Azma's body was firmly embedded in the earth, and his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were bleeding, and it was obvious that he had fallen much worse than the jackal had just fallen. Unable to move and fall at high speed with the use of magic, Azima can only choose to carry it hard.

Thanks to the last moment, Azima suddenly regained his mobility, and he tried his best to resolve the terrifying inertia brought by the high altitude and high speed in time, and was not directly killed.

"Yo, is it the heart of the devil?" The jackal saw the guild crest on Azima's body, and he was also a high-level guild leader, and he also had some exchanges with the Seven Dependents of Purgatory, and recognized him at a glance, "And it is also a Seven Dependents of Purgatory!"

"But......" The jackal's face couldn't help but show a cruel expression, even if it was the Seven Dependents of Purgatory, the Dark Guild didn't have that many rules. The jackal just held back his anger and needed to vent urgently! In this case, isn't this man just the perfect target?

"In that case, then you're welcome!" the jackal grinned and held out his hand to Azima. The jackal's spell can turn all the people and objects he touches into bombs and explode them, and he wants to blow up Azma on the ground!

"You're half dead anyway, aren't you?" the jackal's massive claws grabbed Azima's head and lifted him up. At his wrist, a circle of strange runes appeared, and the orange-red magical light began to shine violently.

"Die, explode!"

"Boom!"

The jackal watched excitedly as the explosion unfolded in front of him, and the flames completely engulfed Azima's figure. He believed that even the magicians of the Seven Dependents of Purgatory would not survive an explosion in the head - unless he was also a demon and could be resurrected indefinitely!

The only thing that disturbed him was that the moment the explosion was lit up, he seemed to see trees growing on the ground.

"Maybe it's just that I'm dazzled......" the jackal explained to himself. After all, this generation is a barren Gobi, and there is not a trace of green within a radius of dozens of miles, so what trees will grow there?

But when the explosion came as expected, the jackal felt his arm tighten, and found that his outstretched hand could not be withdrawn - two green vines wrapped around his arm like a spirit snake.

"What's going on?" the jackal hurriedly tried to withdraw his arm, but the vines showed the hardness of the wood, and they didn't move.

The explosion dissipated, and the jackal realized that Azima had come to his senses, and his strength was far beyond the jackal's previous expectations.

Azima's face and upper body were blackened, but there was no sign of damage from the explosion.

Azima stood proudly like a green pine, his right hand stretched out straight in front of him, and the tips of his index and middle fingers were lignified and long branches grew that stretched and wrapped around the jackal's body.

"Since you like explosions so much, then I'll give you a blast!"

“…… The Sword of the Branches!"

The branches wrapped around the jackal's arms lit up with blinding firelight, and the fierce and restless magic swelled from the wooden branches!

Seeing that the guy who attacked him in front of him was engulfed in flames in turn, Azima coughed up a mouthful of blood and said coldly, "Bah, you kid...... Are you looking for death?"

"Hehehe...... Hahahaha!" came the wolf's maniacal laughter from the fire ball, "Interesting! Someone would use an explosion against me! Someone would dare to use an explosion against me!!"

A green claw poked out and tore through the flames of the explosion.

The jackal's deep eyes stared coldly into Azima's eyes, becoming more cruel and bloodthirsty: "What a funny!