Fear.

The fear that cannot be peeled off.

These creatures thought that in front of Vincent, a human warlock, they would be able to hold on, not to mention victory, at least for a while, but under such terrifying abilities, they were completely trapped in fear that they could not extricate themselves from.

This silent means of destroying the soul is really too powerful!

The human warlock could destroy a whole living being just by standing there, and he didn't even know how to defend himself, and the power was desperate.

"What level of bloodline can possess such a strange ability to destroy miè?"

A human warlock exclaimed in exclamation, and immediately cast his own spell in an attempt to escape.

Even though the demons of hell had given him the power of blood, Vincent's power of the abyss, which made him feel unable to resist and wanted to flee the land.

However, as soon as he turned around, he felt a deep cold coldness, which contained an irresistible breath of death, and his soul was completely shattered with just a slap in his body.

"My lord, hurry up and save us, kill this Dreadlord!"

The batwings let out a high-pitched cry loud enough to pierce the golden cracked stones, but they couldn't escape their fate.

Thousands of hellish creatures are now falling in large swaths, losing the breath of life, they are watching their own kind continue to die, and they will also go on the road of destruction, they don't even have the heart to attack Vincent, and try to escape.

But actually. They don't have that opportunity anymore.

Vincent stood on the ground, slowly moving forward, the black shadows under his feet wandering several powerful souls, frantically harvesting in all directions, the black mist only a little from the bat wing demon before devouring their souls.

But these souls did not appear in the shadows beneath Vincent's feet.

It seems that only a soul that is strong enough can be powerful with this kind of power, such as the mythical creatures of the four-headed Silver Realm, and the rock giants of the Silver Realm, ordinary creatures. But it can't increase the power of this terror. Even a warlock with devil's blood cannot be represented in the River of the Dead.

Only a truly powerful soul can burst out with true power.

"The power of death is indeed worthy of the power of death. ”

Vincent felt the flow of this power. Keep moving forward.

Constantly feel this power. Allows him to increase his ability to control the power of death.

Compared to more than two months ago. Vincent's mana did not increase much, but his combat power was far superior to how many times it was before.

"Damn! I'm going to kill you!"

A human warlock could no longer endure the pain of such a silent death. Unleash a blast of hellfire in an attempt to kill the Dreadlord.

But when he was five or six meters closer to Vincent, his figure suddenly stopped.

An incomparably cold chill swept through his body, making the human warlock feel that death was close by, and an inexplicable force controlled his body.

He could no longer make movements, and stayed in the air, forming a large character shape.

Shifting his gaze to the human warlock, Vincent raised an eyebrow.

Sensing the strength of this warlock, he touched his fingers.

He is a warlock of the Silver Realm, and he is of the same level as himself.

After watching quietly for a while, Vincent suddenly said, "Do you regret it? Do you regret going to hell?"

The Warlock stared at Vincent with resentment, a ferocious hatred swelling in his heart.

If it weren't for such a warlock, he would have been able to become a gold-level powerhouse in the future after taking refuge in the devil of hell.

But because of this Dread Demon King, all his life plans were ruined.

Knowing that his life was about to end, and it was useless to say words to beg for mercy, he was ruthless, and suddenly laughed and said: "Who do you think you are? The hero who saved the world? The Dreaddemon King? What do I want to do, I don't need your understanding at all, I don't regret it at all!"

Vincent looked at him and shook his head slightly.

"You don't regret it, it's none of my business, what you want to do, I don't want to pay attention, I just think that so many mortals have died, someone has to pay the price, and the price is, your life. ”

As soon as the words fell, the cold aura of death surged through the warlock's body, and as soon as a trace of fear appeared in his pupils, his life was over.

"Click. ”

His body fell to the ground, splashing up a cloud of mud.

Vincent looked in all directions, all life was dying, and the hundreds of thousands of batwing demons were almost dead, and their corpses were all over the ground.

And the other party that the hellish creatures believe in is at the top of the world passage, looking at the human warlock below with hatred, and between his blood-red eyes, there is an incomparably cruel killing intent brewing.

However, it did not come by.

Because the world passage has not yet reached the limit of what it can pass through, therefore, it can only be viewed from the other side of hell.

Glancing around, Vincent looked up at the sky and looked at the devil's scarlet eyes.

Without shying away from looking directly at the other party for a while, he chuckled suddenly.

"Do you want to kill me?"

Walking to the huge alchemy array that formed the world passage, he stopped.

After a moment of silence, a smile appeared on Vincent's face.

"Then let you come and die. ”

At this moment, the alchemy array was still in operation.

It kept expanding the world passage, and the blood-red waves were surging, and the sulfur smell of hell was rich and exciting.

"Click. ”

After more than ten seconds, a black devil more than twenty meters long descended on this world.

Red hellfire floated on its wings, and the trident in its hand was extremely black, and it seemed to precipitate endless evil, but with a slight flap of its wings, a thunderous storm rolled out, pushing the rain hundreds of meters away.

"I underestimated you, human warlock. ”

Bloodthirsty eyes fixed on the warlock on the ground, and the devil whispered in human language.

Vincent raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Listen to what you mean, you seem to know me?"

With a wave of his hand, he shattered the alchemy array next to him, the blood-colored pillar of light suddenly disappeared, and the huge hole in the sky also squirmed and shrunk.

The passage of the world has collapsed.

And in the process, the devil did not stop his movements.

Because it was also frightened by what it had just observed, it thought that it might not be able to be the opponent of this human warlock, so it didn't do it indiscriminately.

Slowly descending from the sky and landing on the ground, it asked in a low voice: "Human Myth Bloodline Warlock, Vincent, I naturally know you, I ask you, my friend, did you die at your hands?" (To be continued......)