It was a dry, hot plane, the earth was dark yellow, covered with hot poisonous sand, the wind was raging in the sky with sand and gravel, seven blood moons hung high, and the will to kill, rage, chaos, and twist filled the entire space.

Four great demons are running wild.

They come in all shapes, from cunning to ferocious, strong to thin, but one thing is similar.

They all had panicked looks on their faces, and from time to time they looked backwards, fleeing for their lives in front of them, as if they were hiding from some terrifying being.

A high-level archdemon with a strong body and knotted muscles stepped on the ground with a heavy step, splashing countless yellow sands, and then jumped forward violently for a distance, the speed did not seem to be slow, but it was not outstanding compared to the rest of the archdemons flying in midair.

It gradually fell, a look of horror appeared on its fierce face, and its thick legs stepped more powerfully.

The rest of the archdemons showed a slightly relaxed and gloating look, and when it came to running for their lives, they usually didn't need to run as fast as they could, sometimes they just needed to run faster than their companions.

When the strong demon fell behind to a certain extent, a fiery shadow hung over it, like a cloud, covering it.

Large chunks of dark red liquid fell and landed on the archdemon's body, then violently rose into flames and enveloped it entirely.

"Roar.." The Great Demon screamed miserably, and the dark red flames on his body clung to his skin like maggots on tarsal bones, constantly burning inward, and in an instant, the originally tall and burly Great Demon was burned into a charred black dry bone.

When the rest of the fugitives saw this scene, they couldn't help but shudder fiercely, and fled even more desperately.

Above the corpse of the Great Demon, those beating flames rose up, faintly converging into a terrifying shape, and then dispersed again, turning into shadows and quickly catching up.

This kind of escape and hunt happens every moment in the abyss, countless demons die or grow in it, and you never know if you will be a predator or a target of prey in the next moment.

The last emaciated, cunning archdemon was burned clean by the flames that pierced through the spell barrier on his body.

The dark red flames that had chased down all the prey slowly wriggled and gathered together, condensing into a semi-illusory figure.

The figure had four arms, no ears or nose, only two bloodshot eyes and a large mouth full of sharp teeth.

It was covered in a slippery, disgusting, dark red liquid, like blood plasma, without any flesh and skin.

It stands upright, is tall and elongated, but gives it an unstable feel.

The demon raised one of its hands and wiped its mouth casually, as if it was satisfied with the other man's food.

Suddenly, a fierce wind came from behind it.

It turned abruptly, and its whole body squirmed violently, looking extremely nervous.

A big demon with two wings on its back slowly fell in front of it, and the person who came just looked at it faintly, but its strong and hideous body gave it a great pressure.

It's a peer.

It couldn't help but take a step back, but suddenly smelled an inexplicable familiar smell on the other party.

The same dark red flames erupted from the other's hand, its eyes shrank suddenly, and then a great greed and longing surged in its eyes.

Eat him, eat him and he will become stronger, and there is a strong voice in his heart that keeps telling it.

"Do you want to eat me?" the demon grinned at it, revealing its white fangs.

"Coincidentally, I had the same idea.."

It made a snake-like sound in its mouth, and then its entire body fell apart.

The battle broke out in an instant.

This sudden arrival of the demon is, of course, Carlo.

It took Carlo two full abyssal days to reach this plane, just as Beret had brought him out of the Demon Sea, crossing the long Demon Plains on the way.

It's a deserted plane, small and barren, with no lord demons to bring it under its domain, and Carlo has come for the power of Terraria's bloodline.

The strange demon in front of him was the first target Carlo chose, very close to him, and his strength was just right.

Carlo's body and the demonic wings behind him all rose into bursting dark red flames, and his whole body was bathed in flames, like a scorching monarch.

It is also the power from the dark flames, Carlo's flames represent bursting, sputtering, and a small part of the power of erosion, while the strange demons on the opposite side are more inclined to the attributes of dark corrosion and devouring, which is a power that Carlo does not have.

The strange demon is scattered into a shadow, with no substance, which should come from its talent, which is very advantageous for the vast majority of battles.

The dark shadow quickly expanded, and it swooped down on Carlo.

Carlo did not retreat, but advanced, flapping his fiery wings and rubbing himself into the shadows.

A strange laugh of "uh-uh" rang out in my ears, and the dark red in the shadows thickened, and then the dappled red liquid rained down.

The flames around Carlo rose violently, as if they were about to burn through the shadow above his head.

The mottled liquid touched the flames on Carlo's body, and immediately burst into flames, the two flames were similar in color, but they were like enemies, colliding and making a "sneering" sound, constantly dissipating each other.

Suddenly, the shadow twitched violently, spewing an extraordinarily large and congealed mass of liquid at Carlo, as if spitting on her.

Carlo dodged quickly, but he was still grazed, and the flames in his arm were extinguished instantly, and the liquid adhered to his skin and corroded desperately into it.

Carlo stretched out his sharp fingers and quickly dug through the piece of flesh, and at the same time stomped on the ground, and the raging flames poured out like a tidal wave, sweeping towards the shadows.

"Flames, trampling. ”

The raging waves of fire scorched the yellow sand on the ground into crystals, and the heat scorched the air, and soon, all together, dispersed, and the shadow recondensed into a piercing laugh, as if laughing loudly at Carlo's incompetence.

"Aren't you even afraid of energy attacks?" Karlo muttered to himself, pulling out a fruit of sin and eating it, the missing flesh growing rapidly, and his arm intact.

The next moment, his violent and manic flames converged into his body like water, as if he was ready to change his method?

Carlo stood calmly, but the Shadow Demon hesitated, a faint sense of danger emerging from the depths of its heart.

"Hiss." It roared twice in exasperation, and was about to pounce on it in disregard.

At this moment, Carlo raised his right hand slightly, and a black as deep as the night appeared in his hand.