On the wasteland, the scorching wind howled.

The scorching sun hanging high in the sky poured down so violently that the air was scorching.

A stone house stood on the wasteland, and the four Thunder God Golems were scattered in four different directions, firmly guarding the stone house in the middle, and from time to time raising their hands to shoot out a ray of thunder, killing some demons who did not have long eyes to approach.

And inside this stone house temporarily constructed of spells, Pei Ze was busy in front of the experimental table full of tools.

Once upon a time, Pei Ze used the omniscient eye to deduce the technique of purifying the blood of magical creatures, and also used this technology to purify the blood of the Thundering Beast and the Thunder Abyss Giant, strengthening his own affinity for the thunder element.

And now this technology can be used to purify the blood of divine creatures.

The dying divine creature had already been drained of blood by Pei Ze, and the corpse was thrown into the dimensional bag.

At this moment, a potion bottle in front of Pei Ze contained a drop of golden blood.

Hundreds of liters of divine blood, when finally purified, only thirty or forty milliliters remained.

However, the purified blood contains no less divinity than the real divine blood.

"It worked."

Pei Ze had a smile on his face.

Then it's time to verify the results.

"Fog Feather."

Silently, Misty Feather appeared on the lab table, staring at the golden blood in the vial without waves.

"Come, after drinking this drop of divine blood, you should be able to evolve to the fifth level."

Misty Feather let out a low chirp, opened his sharp beak and inhaled, and the golden blood instantly fell into his mouth.

The next moment, a large amount of pitch-black mist suddenly escaped from Fog Feather's body, enveloping it and turning it into an incomparably dark ball.

The surface of the sphere boiled violently, as if it was a cold river that was constantly surging, revealing a chilling cold air.

This anomaly lasted for half an hour, and eventually the sphere slowly contracted and the mist re-entered the fog plume.

A cold and silent breath of death suddenly escaped.

There seemed to be a faint blue light in Pei Ze's eyes, and then he showed a satisfied smile.

According to the feedback given by the Omniscient Eye, the Fog Feather has evolved to the fifth level.

Now he has an extra fifth-level combat power under his command!

"Well done, little one."

Pei Ze smiled and touched Wu Yu's head, who let out a low cry and rubbed his palm with his head.

After coming back to his senses, Pei Ze immediately gave a new order.

"All-knowing, deduce the plan for the evolution of the fog feather to the sixth level."

[A mission has been created to deduce the plan for the evolution of the fog feather to level 6, and it is estimated that the origin of the unit element will be 557391]

Not surprisingly, the deduction cost of Fog Feather to advance to level six was surprisingly high.

That's more than 500,000 units of elemental origin!

Even with Pei Ze's current elemental origin of more than six hundred units, it would take more than two years to complete.

"Take your time, even if the deduction is completed now, it is estimated that you will not be able to gather the materials you need."

Evolving to level five requires two incomparably precious materials, the River of Blood and the Blood of the God of Death, and Pei Ze doesn't need to think about it to know that the materials needed to evolve to level six must be more rare and more difficult to get.

Maybe it's not too late for him to break through to level six and then consider the evolution of Fog Feather.

"Then let's wait for the bloody battle to begin."

Pei Ze's eyes flickered slightly.

One of the two purposes of coming to the abyss has been achieved, and the only thing left is to participate in the bloody battle to improve your strength.

"Speaking of which, Fog Feather should also be able to improve his strength through bloody battles."

Pei Ze touched the smooth and cold feathers of the fog feather, thoughtfully.

Any creature can gain power through the rules of bloody warfare, even the Demon Pet.

Maybe you don't have to wait for the All-Seeing Eye to finish deducing the plan, you can use the bloody battle to make Fog Feather evolve to the sixth-level level.

However, Pei Ze immediately denied this idea.

It is true that Fog Feather can increase its strength through bloody battles, but it is inevitable that it will also be mentally polluted.

Pei Ze didn't want his demon pet to become a murderous monster.

Even if you can use the power of rules to eliminate the influence of the fog feather, the power of the rules is limited, and the more the fog feather is used, the less he will use.

"Let's improve our strength first."

"When I break through to the sixth level, it's not too late to go back and let the little guy evolve."

Pei Ze had a plan in his heart, put away his things, scattered the stone house, and prepared to return to Broken Domain Town.

Time flies.

More than two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Since the evolution of Fog Feather, Pei Ze has returned to Broken Domain Town, and has been staying in the Pale Bone Inn to cultivate, rarely going out.

"Omniscience, detect my current state."

[Soul Fusion: 1.45%]

[Elemental Origin: 725]

"Normal cultivation is still too slow."

Pei Ze shook his head slightly.

After more than two months, the degree of integration has only increased by about 0.1%, which is outrageously slow.

It's no wonder that it takes two or three thousand years for those fifth-level wizards to break through and advance.

It's still talented, and the accumulation is enough.

A fifth-level wizard with poor talent and lack of accumulation will be difficult to advance for tens of thousands of years.

Retracting his thoughts, Pei Ze got up and went to the window, opened the window and looked at the street below.

A team of heavily armed berserker demons happened to pass by the street, rampage to push the demons along the way away, extremely arrogant, and the surrounding demons dared not speak out.

After all, the other party is the army directly under the red shroud.

"The armistice should be almost over."

In the past few days, similar scenes have not been uncommon.

Troop movements are becoming more frequent, with large numbers of troops leaving Broken Domains every day.

Obviously, the bloody battle will soon be about to start again.

Pei Ze had already inquired clearly, and the next bloody battle would break out in the Wanyuan Plain.

In the last bloody battle, the Devil gained the upper hand, successfully capturing a small part of the Abyss Plain and establishing a large frontline fortress.

The demon's next goal is to destroy the fortress, banish the devil back to Hell, and even counterattack Hell to occupy the first level of Hell, Aphnath.

In this bloody battle, the commander of the demon side is Grazt, who occupies the three levels of the abyss and is known as the Lord of the Triple Kingdom and the Lord of the Dark Dark.

Even among the many demon lords of the Abyss, Grazt was the strongest handful.

Dangdang!

A dull thunderous sound of bells and drums rang out abruptly, and the sound came from the stone towers in the middle of the town.

At the same time, a strong wind blew.

More than a dozen giant dragons roared over the town, casting a large shadow on the ground.

The demons in the street suddenly stirred.

The noise and agitation spread among the demons, and many demons rushed out of the town with their weapons as soon as possible.

Pei Ze suddenly understood.

The bloody battle has begun!

The sky was red with blood, and the sun was completely obscured by dark clouds, and only a faint light could shine.

The wind swirled and whistled with thin raindrops, whipping at each living creature like a whip, and then vanished into a trace of heat.

Huge fireballs fell from the sky without warning, smashing the ground into countless deep craters.

As far as the eye could see, a towering minaret loomed in the sky, each brick and stone made of the skulls of demons and demons, and it didn't seem very far away, but it could never be approached.

It was the command tower of the demon commander Grazt.

From that spire, he will watch over and direct the actions of the demon army.

- Although Pei Ze did not believe that the demon army could be commanded.

He looked around.

As far as the eye can see, the mountains are full of demons of different shapes, and there is almost no end in sight.

Countless demons were huddled together in a haphazard heap, unorganized and disorganized, a complete rabble.

The largest and weakest of the cowards were supposed to be at the front of the formation, in order to use crowd tactics to drain the enemy's strength, but now they were hiding in the rear.

The Babu Demons and the Berserker Demons, who were supposed to "supervise" the cowardly demons to hold their posts, rushed to the front, shouting and waving their weapons, and eagerly waiting for the order to attack.

The Soul Judge and the Enchanted Demon rode on the Demon Hunter Spider and wandered restlessly, completely forgetting their duties as officers.

Pei Ze even guessed that when the battle started, without the devil's attack, these demons would fight because they trampled on each other, and quickly reduced their numbers by one-fifth or even one-quarter.

This is the demon of chaos.

In the face of such an army, even if the wise and capable commander comes, there is nothing to be done.

In comparison, the devil's army is undoubtedly much more orderly.

Pei Ze looked into the distance.

A majestic castle stands majestically on the banks of the River of Blood, with thirteen walls forming thirteen regular concentric circles that guard a bronze palace.

And the devil's army was already in good position under the city.

The largest number of Bad Spirits are at the forefront, without any armor, shield, or even weapons, and can only rely on their not very sharp claws to cope with the ensuing battle.

Heavily armed, the barbled demon with a greatsword in his hand followed.

They are the main force of the devil's army, fanatical and bloodthirsty, warlike and not afraid of death.

The flanks are protected by chains of cold iron.

Tens of thousands of bone demons held steel spears in their hands, lined up like a forest of spears.

Spikes lie in ambush, ready to use their innate ability to teleport at will to join the warband and strike at the enemy's weak spots.

At the end of the formation, nearly a thousand ice demons rode on the black nightmare, long knives made of flames and lightning in their hands, and they launched a fierce assault after waiting for an order.

As far as the eye can see, the devil's army gives people a sophisticated feeling, in stark contrast to the demon's chaotic formation.

This is also the main reason why the demons are far superior to the devil dozens of times in number, and the combat ability of individual soldiers is not inferior, or even slightly exceeded, but the bloody battle has lasted for tens of thousands of years, but it has been difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

Even in the last few hundred years, demons have been suppressed.

The reason for this result is determined by the nature of the devil.

Although equally evil, the devil is chaotic and rebellious, and never has any concept of "order", while the devil is the complete opposite.

This difference is reflected on the battlefield, which is the difference between a rabble and a hundred elite soldiers.

The Devils, though far inferior in numbers, have first-rate strategists, first-class commanders, first-class weaponry and first-class discipline, while their opponents will always make all sorts of inexplicable and unbelievable mistakes, and eventually wipe out the superiority of their huge forces.

This is a demonic birth defect that cannot be remedied even by the most brilliant commander.

After the Demon Commander's orders are issued, they often go out of shape in the process of execution, and eventually become a mess.

Gale winds.

The armies of the two sides crumbled against each other in the vast wasteland, and tension was in the air.

As soon as the respective commanders gave the order, a bloody and fierce war would break out.

Pei Ze took a deep breath, and the wings of his nose seemed to be filled with a strong smell of blood and the peculiar smell of burnt sulfur.

The position where he was at this time was the right wing of the demon army, and the outsiders who participated in the bloody battle were basically arranged here.

Look around, dwarves, subkongs, orcs, purgatory. There are all kinds of races.

Pei Ze even saw the elves.

But what surprised him even more was that he also saw more than a dozen figures in black robes.

Judging from the unconcealed elemental energy fluctuations on those people, there is no doubt that they are wizards.

"A wizard in a bloody battle?"

Pei Ze raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He dared to participate in the bloody battle because he had a way to eliminate spiritual pollution.

Where did these wizards get the courage to participate in the bloody battle?

It's not that Pei Ze is boasting, he believes that apart from himself, there are almost no other elemental wizards who can eliminate spiritual pollution.

The spiritual pollution caused by the bloody war is almost insolvable, except for the power of the rules at the same level, there is basically no way to eliminate it, otherwise the bloody war has long become a cultivation ground for many civilizations and races in the multiverse to improve their strength.

The abyss and hell have long been crowded.

In other words, these wizards really don't care about spiritual pollution.

A trace of curiosity swelled up in Pei Ze's heart.

And while Pei Ze was quietly looking at those wizards, the other party was also quietly looking at him.

"Are there any other wizards who have participated in the bloody war?"

It was a middle-aged man with black lines on his face who spoke, his nose shrugged slightly, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"That's right, it's the wizard we saw in Broken Domain that day, and the smell and taste are exactly the same."

Another short and fat wizard grinned, and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect that in addition to us, there are also wizards who are not afraid of spiritual pollution. ”

The black-streaked man twitched the corners of his eyes when he heard this, and looked at his companions who were cold and bloodshot in their eyes, and sighed secretly in his heart.

Can it be the same?

Their participation in the bloody battle was completely forced.

The Silverlight Legion was always in hot pursuit, and in order to fight the pursuers, they had to participate in bloody battles to increase their strength.

After the last bloody battle, although their strength increased greatly, and they were caught off guard by the pursuers, many of their companions were also polluted in spirit, and their hearts gradually became distorted and cold, bloodthirsty and easy to kill.

By this time, they no longer have the right to choose, so they can only bite the bullet and continue.

"Since that person dares to participate in the bloody battle, shouldn't he be a member of the Silver Light Legion, do you want to try to win him over?" The black-veined man asked in a low voice.

Humpty Dumpty Wizard suddenly moved.

They're short of manpower now, and it would be nice to have one more wizard on board.

Besides, the strength of the wizards who dare to come to participate in the bloody battle is definitely not weak.

"When this bloody battle is over, I'll go and make contact with that person again." Humpty Dumpty Wizard said.

The black-streaked man bowed slightly.

The bloody battle is dangerous, even if you want to win over that wizard, you have to wait until the other party survives the bloody battle.

There is no value in winning over the dead. (End of chapter)