A man and a monster are constantly descending under the mixture of countless rubble, above is the mountain that is constantly collapsing, below is the bottomless abyss, the two are still entangled with each other in the air, constantly creating terrifying wounds on each other's bodies, trying to kill each other completely.

The flow of time has lost its concept for them, and combat is their only thought.

After a few rounds, Dio once again pressed Versailles face down under him with his skill and agility, using its back as a pedal to stabilize his body, and in this mid-air where there was nowhere to draw on his strength, Versailles' advantage in strength and speed was almost impossible to use.

Dio controlled the other man's arms, squinted his eyes half-squatting, and began to look at his surroundings.

Only then did he realize that the abyss he had seen from above was not its true face, and only after descending to a certain height did he realize that the stone wall here was funnel-shaped, that is, it gradually contracted towards the center, showing a curve similar to that of a mountain slope, and according to the direction of their fall, it would soon coincide with the extension of the rock wall, no wonder Versailles fell down so quickly and climbed up again.

Since this is the case, Dior immediately has a draft in his heart.

In a short time, the rock wall was getting closer and closer in his eyes, and just as he reached that critical point, his feet instantly exerted force, and in the blink of an eye, he leaped horizontally from Versailles' back.

After rolling in the air a few times, his arms were opened, and the muscles under his armpits on both sides and his clothes formed a structure similar to a bat's wing, and after playing the role of short-distance gliding, he reduced part of his gravity again, and at the moment of contact with the rock wall, he stepped on the rock wall with both feet, digested the impact and rolled down a few times, and then grabbed the protrusion on the rock wall with his hands and stabilized his body.

At this moment, there was an explosive roar not far from him, which was that Versailles was just right on the stone wall under the action of Dior's "arm", raising up a cloud of rubble and dust. A moment later, the rubble fell again under the effect of gravity, revealing Versailles' embarrassed and miserable figure, at this time, its hair and skin were worn off in many places, revealing a bloody muscle layer, and the right arm that had been injured by him before was even more shrugged beside him, and it looked like it had been injured a second time, which made its injuries worse.

However, the fierce light in its eyes did not diminish in the slightest, but became more and more fierce, and after seeing Dior's position clearly, it roared and pounced, not caring about the current sinister environment.

For Versailles' "enthusiasm", Dior did not show weakness at all, and the two sides continued to collide together, sliding down while fighting, and the huge force continued to act on the rock wall, each time it could shake down a large number of rubble, making a sound like a torrential rain, as if it was an accompaniment to their fierce fight that has continued until now.

Relying on Versailles' current physical condition being affected by serious injuries, for a while, Dio was no longer at a disadvantage in terms of strength and speed, and gradually suppressed the other party. Of course, this situation is only temporary, Versailles's injury is repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the right arm, which was previously unusable, is beginning to be able to barely move, but it is conceivable that if it continues to drag, this advantage of Dior will inevitably disappear slowly.

Dio didn't want to be so fruitless entangled, and was ready to use his current advantage to get rid of Versailles' entanglement, and go back to it first.

Just as he once again used his skill to throw Versailles diagonally downward, and then took advantage of the opportunity to climb quickly upwards for a short time, his eyes froze, and he immediately changed direction, and ran down the rock wall again.

I don't know if it was the impact of his battle with Versailles, or maybe the aftermath of the explosion before, but now behind him, the rock wall was crumbling down like a landslide, and countless rubble and smoke were billowing in, as if the end of the world. Among the falling stones, there were many boulders larger than the size of the millstone, and once hit by the stones under this acceleration, Dio estimated that his hope of survival was very slim, and in this situation, he could only continue to run desperately, not daring to try to climb to the top again.

After running down for a while, Dio saw Versailles climbing up again.

Diori ignored it and continued to run, while Versailles clearly did not want to let go of Dior, grabbing the rock wall and rushing towards Dior.

But the next moment, a stream of rubble passed through the area in between the two like a long river, and the mud and sand boiled in the turbulence, and the dust raised was like a curtain to obscure the view of the two. In this case, Dio was not worried at all that Versailles would dare to cross over, and if it did, Dio would be able to put his mind at ease and use his flesh and blood to fight against the power of nature.

The wind swept Dior's hair back, causing his eyes to narrow slightly, and the scene in his field of vision was elongated at an ever-increasing speed, and then turned into a blur, like a thick black fog twisted together.

Suddenly, he smelled a very pungent smell, a little familiar, and immediately remembered that it was the smell of asphalt.

He looked down again, and soon he saw a large black and brown field, which was a natural asphalt pool. Looking a little farther away, he could see a muddy field, and it turned out that he had unconsciously reached the bottom of this abyss.

Taking a deep breath, Dior's feet slammed into force, and his body flew forward, maintaining a horizontal posture and gliding forward again, landing on the shore of the asphalt pool.

Thundered.

At this moment, the crumbling debris flow followed, slammed into the asphalt pool, and set off a tsunami-like wave in this dead and silent place, which may have not been visited by living creatures for thousands of years, and crashed towards the shore.

Dio hurriedly rushed forward with maximum speed, trying to dodge the black wave, but he still couldn't escape completely, his body was covered by the edge of the wave, making half of his body covered in black viscous liquid, and even a large bone of unknown age creature cut through him, smashing him to the ground and pulling out a long blood mark, almost piercing him.

After the first wave of the most powerful impact was over, the waves below were much smaller, and it was no longer possible to threaten Dior, who had run far enough.

Bah!

Dio half-crouched down, spit out the disgusting slime that had splashed in his mouth, and half-crouched on the ground with his hands, gasping violently.

The fight and escape all the way made his physical strength close to collapse, and the nervous excitement that had been mobilized before because of the high crisis disappeared naturally after the danger passed, and all the fatigue hit every corner of his body, so that he could not do anything for a while except gasping for breath and shivering all over, and could only lie on the ground coated with asphalt to recover his strength quietly.

For a moment, all the sound was muffled by the sound of rubble hitting the asphalt pool.

After about five minutes of rest, Dio felt that his strength had recovered a little, and then he stood up with a slight tremble, ready to find a way out.

According to the current situation, this mountainside doesn't know if it can hold up, and if it all collapses, then he really can't escape, so his time is very tight.

Bang ......

The asphalt stuck to the soles of his feet was a nuisance, making him need more strength with each step.

But at this moment, the edge of the asphalt pool not far away was tumbling again, and then a black figure pounced out violently, heading straight for Dior, who was none other than Versailles, who had not been seen for a while.

The ghost is not gone!

Dio cursed secretly, but the negative state of overdrawing his physical strength had not yet passed, which made his reaction obviously slower, and before he could react, he was pounced on by Versailles and frantically bitten at him.

For a while, Dio was suppressed on the ground and couldn't resist, so he could only passively raise his arms to protect the vital parts, but the places that couldn't be protected were constantly torn open under Versailles' crazy attacks, spurting blood, and even the left cheek was pulled out with four hideous wounds, making it extremely miserable.

The anger in Dior's heart, which was pressed and beaten like this, was accumulating more and more, the bloody rage was scorching his reason, and the crisis of death was also quietly coming.

"If you want to die, then come together!"

Dio roared and slammed the ground, the last bit of the sun fire in his body turned into a flame in his hand and was deeply pressed into the asphalt-stained ground around him, and the next moment, the fire was in full bloom, and the sky-high fire instantly ignited, spreading rapidly towards the asphalt pool, and Dior and Versailles, who were stuck with asphalt all over their bodies, suddenly turned into two torches.

Whoa!

Versel's scream of pain was stiffened, and the hair on his whole body was glued into bundles by asphalt, and even the hair that covered his face was sticky, making the burn even worse, and even the flames in front of him were rushing into the sky, and there was no way to see what was in front of him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dio kicked his knees and threw Versailles out, taking the opportunity to break away from it.

The damage of the flames is not exclusive to Versailles, bursts of piercing burning pain keep coming from every part of his body, testing his nerves' ability to endure, even if he has controlled his body in advance to form a thick cuticle on the surface of the body, but still can't completely isolate the damage of Dior's flames.

But in this sharp pain to the bones, Dio faintly felt something closely related to him, as if the fluctuations of the flame and the fire of the sun had a wonderful echo, and the body had naturally begun a new round of changes to the surrounding environment, a new thing entered his body and dissolved with him.

Just in this sea of fire, Dior knew that he wouldn't last long, and he didn't bother to pay attention to this change, so he raised his feet and ran to the place where the flames didn't reach.

But at this moment, Versailles, who was like a fiery demon, pounced again, the pain had wiped out the only reason it had left, and its only thought now was to kill Dior, and everything else was not in its consideration, including that it would also die in the fire.