Chapter Two Hundred and Six: Demon Spirit
The monster walked towards the wizards. The whole world is shaking www.biquge.info pen, fun, and pavilion. It had dozens of identical faces, all over its body, each emitting light from the clouds.
Teng Yunshen recognized this face. The materials that shaped it have changed, but the once rich details have been preserved. This face belonged to the Wind Mage who had narrowly escaped from his sword.
At first, he thought that the monster in front of him was a superform recruited by the enemy. However, the monsters are so strong that they are even more terrifying than the wildfires in the underground ruins. He soon realizes that what he is dealing with is the supershape that wizards keep secret.
Perhaps, the shadow of providence turned the Wind Mage into a demonic spirit.
Chaos churns around the killer in almost a tangible substance visible to the naked eye. The ownerless madness enveloped him, burying him in the transparent concrete floor at once. He couldn't breathe.
The minions of the Black Sword Society began to flee. In the past, the Wind Mage was their accomplice, but now, the Wind Mage in the form of demons will kill their enemies along with them, without any mercy. He had lost his mind.
They were not Teng Yunshen's opponents, however, their mana was profound, which allowed them to maintain a certain amount of mobility while Teng Yunshen couldn't move.
However, they are doomed.
Teng Yunshen stretched out his right hand into the air. He put on his gloves and held the power of chaos. The wizards of the Black Sword Society came running towards them. He shoved the vibration out of his hand, knocking the blue mage to the ground. Fresh air poured into his lungs. He crashed through the invisible cage. Every cell of his is dancing.
The sound of cracking echoed in the wide world.
Teng Yunshen threw a gravity line and dragged the evil wizard who ran to the right.
"Crazy!" the molten silver mage cursed, and she bent down, avoiding the energy flying above her head. The wall fell behind her, a cloud of dust splattered.
The killer dragged himself to the enemy. He turned a blind eye to the approaching spirits. The killer raises his sword and splits. In the midst of the chaotic whirlpool, his movements still do not lose precision, speed and strength. The crack trembled under his sword. The magic of the Shadow of Slaughter creates destruction.
A rope appeared out of thin air and was wrapped around his neck.
The molten silver mage rolled over, and she tugged at the other end of the rope and lifted the killer, whose feet hung in the air like a prisoner on a gallows.
The attack came without warning. The silver mage conjured a rope as if by juggling, and silently wrapped it around the killer's neck. The Silver Mage dragged some dangerous imagery into the world at his fingertips.
Teng Yunshen tore the rope that grabbed his throat.
The molten silver mage ran past him, and Teng Yunshen threw a gravity line, grabbed the other party again, and dragged himself over. The Molten Silver Mage turned around and struck Teng Yunshen's head with a hard elbow. Bang! Teng Yunshen fell in response.
He threw his magic sword and stabbed the heart of the molten silver mage from behind.
The demon was close at hand, and his burning breath was chilling. He raised his huge friendless hand and slapped it down at Teng Yunshen.
The killer has taken refuge in the kingdom of shadows.
"Too bad. He thought. He was prepared, but he didn't take into account a terrifying opponent like the Demon Spirit. He killed one person after another, but it was not clear if the killing magic was strong enough.
The demon reached into the shadows. His light illuminates the dark time. Teng Yunshen had nowhere to run. The dark time covered him thickly, like solidified oil. The world of shadows has never been so hostile as it is now.
Teng Yunshen floated and sank in the boundless mud.
The demon spirit brushed aside the overlapping shadows. The killer snapped his fingers and pushed the chaotic energy out again. Dark time ripples. Demons burrow into the realm of shadows.
The killer broke free. The chaotic energy opened a channel for him. He leaped hard, brushed shoulders with the demons, and swam out of the swamp.
Monsters are in a constant process of learning. When he first arrived, he was full of curiosity about everything in this world. Teng Yunshen noticed this early on. He witnessed the monster change its form.
Demons are constantly evolving to adapt to the external environment.
So, he introduced the demon spirit to the world of shadows. Drastic changes will cause the spirits to fall into a state of temporary stagnation.
The killer bought some time. Brass mages, blue mages, and unknown molten silver mages are still alive, and if they take their lives, the Shadow of Slaughter will give him a further boost, elevating his destructive power to elusive proportions.
Then, he will try to destroy the demons.
The blue mage walked slowly. This surprised Teng Yunshen. He blew up the blue mage's heart, but he couldn't bring him down. He chased after him, striking the blue mage in the head, knocking him down again.
Hot bubbles gurgled up from under the shadows.
Blue energy bound the blue mage's body. His heart was gone, but his blood was still flowing.
Teng Yunshen bent down and pressed the back of the blue mage's head with his gloved right hand. Magic is not omnipotent, there is always a limit. Teng Yunshen unleashed a vibration under his five fingers, crushing the blue mage's head.
The face of the demon spirit gleamed in the shadows.
Teng Yunshen approached the brass mage. He could feel that the toxins released by the Rapier had weakened compared to before. That's why the Brass Mage has survived to this day. However, he has reached the end of his life. Teng Yunshen gripped the handle of the thin sword, and the magic of the Killing Shadow spawned a violent toxin that ended the life of the brass mage.
One of the demon's hands was on the edge of the shadow world and the physical world.
Teng Yun looked deeply at the molten silver mage. The time has not yet come. He had to let the other person live a little longer. After all, the shell of a molten silver mage is a human being.
The demon poked its head out of the shadows.
Teng Yunshen evoked the energy of death. The doors of the world of the past are open. It wasn't a real door. It's just a latent concept, and when you understand what it symbolizes, it draws the outline of the gate in your mind.
He saw his dead self again. The already dead self and the dying self beckoned to him. Eternal peace attracted him. There, it seems that all the pain and struggle has lost its meaning.
It's just that being alive is the greatest meaning.
The demon has returned to this world. He grew stronger. He is as weird, grandiose, and decadent as the buildings of ancient religions. Even in the eyes of wizards, he was far beyond imagination. He is the master of chaos, living by devouring the rationality of the other.