The arrogant tone, coupled with the meaning of the words, the taste of provocation could not be more obvious.

Anthony looked up, but at the one-horned man who had brought them all the way.

The man was expressionless, folded his hands around his chest, and took a few steps back to the side, making it look like he was watching a play.

The dark god didn't care so much, and as soon as the voice sounded, his eyes lit up.

It was as if a tiger had just woken up and felt hungry when he saw a fat earth dog running in front of him to show off his might.

Delivered to your door......

Anthony sighed silently, reached out and put his arm around Arlina's shoulder, pulling her back a step.

Now is the time for the dark god, the stage for him.

The dark god had made it clear just now that this was the path he had chosen, and Anthony had no intention of interfering.

Now that other people's cultivation materials or sacrifices have been sent to the door, they naturally don't want to disturb other people's "eating".

The dark god walked forward step by step, not fast, and did not seem to have any authority.

Arina looked ahead and saw that it was ten meters wide above the moat, and there was a bridge made of unknown material.

The bridge was only about three meters wide, swarthy, and stretched across the moat. Dark red magma flowed below, and the unbelievable heat was steaming upwards. The black bridge was able to withstand it without a bit of deformation.

At the end of the bridge near Anthony's side, a huge figure standing five meters tall blocked their way.

His head looks a bit like that of a cow, but it doesn't have the horns of a cow. The body was extremely thick, covered in overlapping scales that reflected in the red glow of lava.

A long, tail thicker than a normal adult's waist dragged behind it, and the end was actually soaked in the lava of the moat. He didn't have any expression of discomfort or pain, as if he didn't feel the terrible heat at all.

Other than that, the appearance of a strong man is no different from that of a human. The same two hands, two feet, and a mace large enough to be used as a ram were carried in his hand, as easily as holding a toothpick.

The god of darkness walked towards him step by step, neither fast nor slow.

Comparing the size and figure of the two, he is like a brave knight rushing towards the evil dragon, full of tragic colors.

But the Dark God himself apparently didn't think so, and as he approached, he asked:

"What do you mean by that, you want to eat us?"

The bull-headed man opened his mouth and laughed loudly: "Yes, you should be honored to be favored by me and chosen as food." ”

His voice was like thunder, and the sound rolled out, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

The god of darkness didn't care, squinting his eyes slightly, and a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's a coincidence, that's exactly what I thought. You don't need to feel any bullshit honor, though. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark god did not stop, but his right hand was swung out with a fist.

The fist wind roared, and a faint black shadow of a wolf's head shot towards the bull-headed strong man!

The bull-headed man is not only big, but also extremely fast. He picked up the terrible mace with both hands and smashed it down on the wolf's head.

The mace was already thick, and it was wielded with all the strength of the bull-headed man, and the momentum was very amazing.

The rod glowed with a faint golden light, the brilliance of magic. Obviously, the bull-headed strong man's blow, in addition to the powerful sinking, also has a magic effect.

However, this does not make any sense.

The mace hit the black shadow wolf's head accurately, and the bull-headed man just showed a happy look on his face, but the wolf's head sank into the golden mace, and then passed through without stopping.

The bull-headed man was stunned.

Before he could react any more, the speed of the black shadow wolf's head impact suddenly increased, and it rushed straight into the bull-headed man's extremely strong chest.

The bull-headed man roared loudly, and with all his strength, he picked up the mace in his hand and danced like a windmill.

The wind was howling, and a whirlwind seemed to blow in the flat ground.

However, none of this helps.

The dark god looked at him with an indifferent face, and continued to walk towards him unhurriedly.

At this time, an amazing change occurred in the bull-headed strong man over there.

First, a black shadow the size of a fist appeared on his chest, and looking at the location, it was the place where the black shadow wolf's head disappeared just now.

The black shadow seems to have a strong corrosive effect, and the position of the bull-headed man's chest will soon be pierced into a large hole. The surrounding flesh is blurred, and the visceral bones are clearly visible.

The bull-headed man wailed and cried out in pain, and his voice was terrible.

He was tall, physically strong, and had a profound martial arts realm, and after being so seriously injured, he couldn't die for a while.

It's a pity that the mace in his hand was swung again and again, but he couldn't hit any enemy, but instead made the chest injury more and more serious.

The fist-sized black shadow was not only extremely corrosive, but also had an unimaginable gravitational pull. It was like a bottomless black hole, compressing his entire body, converging and shrinking to the middle.

For the bull-headed man, it was as if a hole had been opened in his chest leading to the void, and the flesh, bones, and internal organs of the whole person were squeezed and attracted by endless suction.

The unimaginable pain made the bull-headed man's entire face flush and distorted.

He roared angrily, his right hand became a claw, and he actually stuck one hand into his chest.

The position of the attack was the fist-sized black shadow.

"Ahh

With a scream, the bull-headed man's right hand was drawn out faster than the speed of the attack as if it were electrocuted.

He looked down and saw that in such a moment, the palm of his entire right hand had disappeared, dripping with blood, and the bones were exposed, but the fracture was flat and smooth, as if it had been cut by the sharpest blade.

The face of the one-horned man who had been standing by and watching, as if waiting to watch a good show, changed.

He had never imagined that the blow that the black-clothed young man seemed to swing casually would be so insidious and terrifying.

There was no need to look any further, he could be sure at this time that the bull-headed strong man was no longer able to return to the sky.

Sure enough, the area of the black shadow did not grow, and it remained the size of a fist. But the bull-headed man's body seemed to be flattened and folded by a huge force, and it shrank severely.

By this time, he could no longer make any sound of fear or anger. Even his head, face, hands and feet had become distorted and unrecognizable.

The Dark God took a grim step forward and stretched out his right hand.

The fist-sized black ball flew like an obedient puppy towards the god of darkness, obediently falling into his palm, slowly sinking in, and merging into his body.

At the end of the moat bridge made of unknown materials, the five-meter strong man who was originally standing has long since disappeared. All that was left was a frighteningly large mace, lying alone on the ground, like a pet abandoned by its owner.