Banksar's face sank suddenly.

As a twelveth-level abyssal demon with extremely high intelligence and even insight into people's hearts, Banksal knew better than anyone that a person's fear was never born out of despair, but from the desire for life.

At the moment of life and death, if you know that you will die, most people's psychology is just numb. Such a person is like an ant, and it doesn't make any sense to pinch it to death. But when they have some kind of hope and fantasy of life, it's different.

That slightest illusion will ignite the fire of their survival, their stagnant brains will turn, and their minds will be flexible. They think about all kinds of possibilities and put them into action. Even if it was just a straw in the flood, they would reach out and hold on tightly.

And with hope comes fear. It is an incomparable attachment and cherishment of one's own life.

This trick has been tried and tested repeatedly.

It's even obsessed with the feeling of being in control of life and death. Whether it's the other party's ecstasy or the despair after disillusionment, it has an indescribable sense of pleasure.

But what Banksar didn't expect was that this trick failed in front of the black-haired young man in front of him.

From beginning to end, this kid's mood did not fluctuate at all.

He was like a rock. It seems that life and death are completely unthinking issues for him. There was a strange look in his eyes, not a desire for life, much less pity and pleading, but like seeing a fool, with a hint of perceptive mockery.

"Don't you believe me?" Banksar asked, furious, "why not?"

"Because I almost killed you," Roy looked Banksar up and down, the mocking smile on his face that would make even the dead jump from their graves, "for you." That's a humiliation worse than death, isn't it?"

Banksar's teeth rattled.

Roy smiled and said, "You have persevered in chasing me here, and you have driven me to a dead end." But suddenly I was told that you could let me go. Even a three-year-old can't fool a three-year-old child...... The only thing I don't understand is that it is said that the higher the level of the Abyss Demon, the higher the IQ, but are you sure your IQ has increased?"

The only thing Banksar wanted to do was slap this kid's face into a bloody blur!

"Actually. I was really going to let you go," Banksar took a deep breath, gave up his intention to continue talking nonsense, and said coldly, "However, since you are ready to die, then ......"

However, at this moment, its words were interrupted by Roy.

"In your opinion. I'm already dead, right?" the smile on Roy's face grew brighter, "Think about it. A little knight who was exhausted and exhausted, was forced into a corner by a powerful twelve-level demon, and it seemed that no matter how you look at it, the end is already doomed. But ......"

Roy kicked the ground violently, his body floating backwards like a kite, and with a flick of his fingers, a bolt of magic flew out. Lights up a magic painting board located below the gate.

His face was hideous: "You're mistaken!"

A great sense of crisis struck Banksar at this moment. Its pupils contracted abruptly. Plunge forward.

However, it was a step too late.

Long before a few prayer hours, Roy had already set up a small magic pattern circle here with a few magic painting tablets.

This circle doesn't have any attack power. It has only one function - and that is to activate the gate switch in the prison area!

As the first magic drawing board was lit up, one after another was lit up.

In the light of the circle, several huge gates hanging overhead suddenly fell. Three of them fell behind Banksal. And the fourth lane falls between it and Roy.

Bang. Banksar slammed into the sturdy gate, the force of which made the entire cell tremble and shake the sky.

Banks were dizzy and staggered back two steps.

And that's when it saw. Roy, who was on the other side of the gate grille, threw his head back and swallowed a red elixir, and at the same time stretched out his hand and pushed open the iron door of a confined cell next to him.

As the iron door opened, a strange-looking little demon appeared in front of Banksar's eyes. Immediately, a large number of thick gray clouds diffused out, like a flood rushing into the alleyway, first filling the innermost part of the prison area, enveloping Roy, and then surging outward.

Demon Hunter!

Clouds!

Banksar's soul is gone.

For the Abyssal Demons, the clouds unleashed by the Demon Hunters are their natural nemesis. It's the fear that is engraved in our bones and even in our genes.

Even at the level of Banksar, there is no way to meet the clouds. Once it is enveloped in clouds, it ends up melting away like snow in the sun. No amount of strength, any innate skill, all of them can make any difference.

The only difference is that it lasts a little longer than a low-level demon.

But that means that the pain it endures is longer and more terrible.

How can there be demon hunters here?

Banksar is going crazy. You must know that this kind of deformed demon is not only an alternative among the abyss demons, but also their taboo and secret. Most of the alien races don't even know how the clouds are created, let alone capture and manipulate demon hunters.

However, the kid in front of him did it.

If this demon hunter had broken into here by accident, Banksar would not have believed that his IQ had dropped by ninety-nine percent.

Being able to be placed here to release dark clouds, and to be able to form such a deadly trap with these falling gates, means that this demon hunter is controlled by this kid.

He captured it, and he got its submission.

Damn it!

Banksar's first instinct was to flee!

However, the three gates behind it made it give up this plan in an instant. It knew that it would not be able to escape before it was dissolved by the clouds.

Since you can't escape, then ...... Looking at the figure that was gradually becoming blurred in the surging clouds, Banksar's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and with a violent roar, his body suddenly swelled.

At the moment of life and death, it did not hesitate to burn all its demonic power. In the midst of a roar. It snapped its claws forward.

A sharp cracking sound sounded.

Roy saw Banksar's claws, which suddenly disappeared at this moment. As if it had been cut through the air by an invisible knife, it turned into a red spiral of light and slammed into the gate.

"Devil's sacrifice! This guy is crazy!"

In the sea of knowledge, there were exclamations of axe spirits and shield spirits.

"What's that?" Roy felt a little uncomfortable as he looked at the rapidly expanding red light in front of his eyes.

The shield spirit said quickly, "The sacrifice of the demons." It is a secret method that can only be mastered by abyss demons above level 12. This secret method allows it to temporarily gain power several times higher than its own strength by sacrificing its life force to the spirit of the abyss. ”

Almost at the same time as the shield spirit's thoughts were exchanged, the red light had already hit the gate.

Boom! The sky shook with a loud bang. The three-meter-thick gate was visibly distorted by Banksar's ferocious blow. The spiral of light swirled wildly, and a moment later, there was a crisp sound, and a crack suddenly exploded in the solid fence.

Banksar roared, and his lost arms grew back. It's just that at this time, it looks much weaker than before.

But. Without the slightest hesitation, it raised its claws high and swung them down again.

Roy's heart was beating and he retreated.

In this sacrifice, Banksar not only paid for his arms, but also lost his huge wings at the same time. The spiral red light formed in front of him was even greater and more condensed.

Rumble!

When the red light slammed into it, the floodgates, strong enough to hold a few dragons, could no longer withstand it. In the middle of the crack that had already appeared, cracks first appeared that spread around. Then it exploded like a dam that had been breached by a flood.

In the next second, Banksar's red figure had smashed through the gate fence like a flying fireball and rushed straight in front of Roy.

Although under the erosion of thick clouds, its body constantly falls sparks, sizzling. Large ulcers appeared on the skin. But. It ignored it, only to grab Roy's throat fiercely and resolutely as its claws regained form.

The wind was blowing.

Roy's skin was already getting goosebumps from the approach of extreme danger.

However, he could only watch.

He is now. There is no strength left. Not only was the source power of the Demon Fighting completely depleted, but there were many injuries and fractures in the body, and even the physical strength was gone. Although it was retreating, it was as slow as a snail in front of a bird compared to Banksal's speed.

This demon was the most formidable enemy Roy had ever faced.

For this battle, he used up almost all his hole cards. Whether it's Fighting Qi martial arts, magic, secret weapons, magic scrolls, or secret techniques such as the Song of the Angry Warrior, everything that can be used is used. Even in the end, even the sword spirit and the bow spirit struck.

However, the opponent is too strong.

Roy felt like a hound wrestling with a lion. Bravery, fearlessness, and a variety of combat skills do not close the gap in strength. Being able to inflict heavy damage on your opponent in the first attack and lure them here is already a blessing of luck.

This trap is Roy's last hope.

When the floodgates fell, he had already surrendered his life and death to fate.

But what he didn't expect was that this demon was so decisive and resolute. After discovering that it had fallen into the trap, it not only did not hesitate, but made a quick decision, not hesitating to use the sacrificial secret method that would permanently reduce its strength, and also brazenly broke through the floodgates and attacked itself.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Is that the end of it?"

Just as the thought flashed through Roy's mind, suddenly, a voice rang out in the silent cell.

"Mud, you try to move a hair!"

Then, a huge slap emerged from the void and slammed into Banksal's face...... WeChat book friend number pangs_72 WeChat public account, ctao0202, welcome everyone to join...... (To be continued.) )