The combat style returns to the starting point after going around in a circle, except for the addition of Azlils in the middle. Monet rushed over, Caesar controlled the distance and retreated in time, the Flame Monarch waited to attack, and then when Monet rushed towards Azrils, he turned into a black dragon waiting for an opportunity.

In the aura of the wailing of all things, Monet's nine-colored dragon head is like a peacock opening the screen, horizontal in front of the eyes, the faintly rippling divine power aura is like a tide, rising when its power erupts, spreading wave by wave, the material strength of the gravel scorched earth can hardly withstand the trampling of this monster, large areas of cracks and collapse, Monet has begun to evolve in the direction of the true god, doubling the pressure on its opponents.

Under the power of God, even the dust is not allowed to raise its head.

The energy is close to the threshold that the main material realm can sleep, and if it goes further, Monet will have the ability to shatter the four laws that stabilize the material realm and cause great damage to the material plane, of course, at that time, it will also be suppressed by the will of the world and driven out of this plane.

Can't put it off! Caesar let out a dragon roar, just to deal with the current situation is enough to deal with it, and Monet is still gradually strengthening because of the melting of the fragments of the godhead, which is not a force they can face.

The cobweb-like crack light on the black dragon's chest was extinguished at once, and then the fusion furnace squeezed the energy into his body like a tide, surging out, colliding with Monet's gradually forming divine power, the evil dragon's fusion radiation and Monet's faint divine power squeezed back and forth, and finally annihilated invisible.

"You're pretty quick to react."

Azrils stood next to Caesar and said, feeling a little relieved: "I just found out that it is building a temporary realm, and it wants to fight by manipulating the rules in the way of gods, and when the divine power is fixed within a certain range, the realm will take effect. ”

This was something Caesar didn't expect, he just felt that Monet was getting stronger, trying to gather energy to create another giant blow to the other party, but before he could explode the energy of the fusion furnace, a chain reaction had already appeared.

"You're not trying to escape, are you?" Caesar glanced at the Helllord.

Before Azrils could respond, Monet had already pounced again, and the long tail, which had always had a weak sense of existence, suddenly hooked Caesar, and threw himself upwards with his limbs on the ground, pulling the fifty-meter black dragon vertically, it looked back at the three dragon heads, and hissed a roar, and the poisonous mist, petrification and ice all acted on Caesar.

The Flame Monarch quickly followed, but Monet, who was high in the air, stirred up the atmosphere and set off a storm visible to the naked eye, and the mountains roared and the tsunami shot out, and the violent waves of air overturned and pushed Azrils back, and Azrils was surrounded by flames, roaring to tear the hurricane, but the wind swirled and was unmoved.

"Waste." Caesar scolded him, but his worries were dissipated a lot, and it could be seen that Azrils had done his best, which was suppressed and restrained by Monet due to the nature of the energy, and it had a very small effect.

The black dragon arched his back, his fifty-meter body was extremely flexible, he turned over and grabbed Monet's tail to circle him, the tip of his claws penetrated Monet's scales, Caesar's claws could easily tear through the steel, but he only tore Monet's scales, and there was no way to take the monster's muscles, but it was tightened.

Don't look at Caesar's uneasiness, but in fact, the situation is quite critical, the half of his body that received Monet's breath has been petrified and frozen, completely losing control, and the scope of this crisis continues to expand.

The main material realm was far higher than expected, Monet grabbed the black dragon and went straight into the clouds, and near it was the vast sky, and the mountains below him rose and fell.

Nice place.

"Goodbye." Caesar said that the energy that had not been stored was finally detonated.

Time seemed to stand still, and in the space that mortals could not see, the tip of Caesar's right claw that was bound by Monet oozed a little liquid substance, like a black bead of blood, into Monet's muscles.

The next moment, it was an explosion.

The sharp pain in his body made Monet show a look of horror, and before he could react, the incomparable blazing light flashed immediately.

Light, engulfing everything.

The clouds were immediately dispersed and evaporated into nothingness, and a large mushroom-shaped fireball appeared at the upper end of the sky, its bottom was bright white, the crown was a vibrant red, and the fireball burned violently in the air, flowing from the bottom to the top, expanding and expanding.

The sound slowed down a beat, and the deafening roar only came belatedly, and the shockwave of the water pattern mirror followed the rumbling sound wave in all directions, and only then did the fireball gradually extinguish and transform into a flowing gray mushroom-like smoke.

Hundreds of flaming objects fell from the sky, marking the already unbright sky with traces of smoke.

It was a fragment of Monet's body that had been shattered by the explosion of the wounded part, and in order to be safe, Caesar released the dustless land at the same time as the detonation, and Monet was equivalent to resisting this blow with his body in an unprotected state, and even his mountain-like body was torn apart and decomposed.

Of course, Caesar was also affected, although he was prepared, but the proximity caused him to suffer damage that was only slightly inferior to that of Monet, and his brain went blank at the moment of the explosion, and it was not until he fell to the ground that consciousness regained consciousness from a trance.

The petrified freeze was gone, replaced by a more serious injury, and the right claw from which he unleashed the attack was gone, leaving only a black, smoking mass of flesh at the end.

Monet didn't know whether he was alive or dead, but seeing Azrils approaching quickly, Caesar did not let his guard down, and immediately rolled over and got up like a cat, while adjusting his body to use stress hormones to regenerate at high speed.

"Miracles."

Azrils gave Caesar a look of surprise and did not hesitate to praise him: "Such an explosion of energy has reached the critical point of a demigod, which is quite incredible, evil dragon, you are more powerful than I imagined, how did you do it?" ”

Caesar looked forward coldly, this time he had already lifted too much bottom, and his mood really couldn't get better, and even worse - Monet was not dead.

Monet, who was covered with scars, walked out of the flames step by step, and now there are only four of its nine heads that were originally like peacocks, and all of them are wounded, like half of the golden dragon's face has been burned and is still bleeding, but this monster is still fierce: "Dragon! I'm going to rip off your wings, break your brittle bones, and squeeze your eyeballs out of your head! ”

Caesar rarely used the combat capability verification device, and the verification results showed that although Monet suffered heavy losses, his combat power was not affected too much, and it was still floating around 10,000.

How can this be fought?

"It won't last long." Just as Caesar was hesitating, Azrils came to his side and looked at Monet in a solemn tone: "Evil dragon, do you still have the strength to stand up?" ”

"Okay."

Caesar said, "What are you going to do?" Don't think I'll do that again. ”

"No, you don't." Azrils said, "Remember how we slaughtered that little snake?" One more time. ”

The black dragon turned his head to look at him, and saw that Azrils's face was fading, turning into a huge pillar of fire.

Caesar understood, stood up, and the huge black dragon man of fifty meters stood up, stretched out his right claw, which had been healed in a short time, and probed into the pillar of fire that went straight into the sky.

A thirty-meter flaming blade suddenly took shape, and flames flowed from the sword grid to Caesar's body, covering the black dragon's armor-like scales with a layer of flame carving.

Caesar grasped the flaming blade, and the fire rose, swinging the blade and slashing diagonally.

The black line reappears, the mountains shake, the second, third, and fourth knives......

Flesh and blood turned to ashes, bones to dust.