The blazing white flames erupted from the demonic skulls formed in the sea of fire, carrying the power of burning everything, and surged towards Dick. The spaces in the White Flame Pathway collapsed because they couldn't withstand the heat.

Dick's face was solemn, his left eye suddenly widened, and his eyes instantly became full of purple light, this time the purple light lit up far more than ever before, producing not an invisible barrier, nor laser rays, but a purple light mask.

The mask is crystal clear and round, as if carved from purple jade. Just across the air, in front of Dick.

The blazing white flames collided head-on with the purple jade-like spherical light mask, and Dick screamed in pain, and bright red blood overflowed from his left eye in an instant!

The demon's skull was still spewing fire, flames raging, and Dick's eyes were bleeding, and his cheeks trembled in pain.

When the magic of "Burning the City of Hell" disappeared because the time limit had passed, half of Dick's cheeks were stained red with blood, his chest was like a bellows rising and falling violently, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, his left eye could no longer see, and Shura's pupil was also unusable for a short time because of the exhaustion of energy.

Dick and Hoffman confronted each other, and the two of them had endured each other's spells, both of which had reached the point of running out of gas. It's just that Hoffman's injuries are much lighter than Dick's.

Dick pressed his immortal sword against the ground, his face flushed, he bent slightly, his hands covered his mouth and coughed hoarsely, bright red blood running down his fingers and dripping to the ground. Even though he used Shura's Pupil, he was still injured by Hoffman's curse.

Hoffman smiled sinisterly. Dragging the flaming long knife backwards, he strode towards Dick, and the wind on the battlefield stopped at this moment. The flames are extinguished. The sound of footsteps sounding particularly harsh, as if stepping on everyone's heart.

"Give me zhanzhu! I won't allow you to take another step forward!" a coquettish reprimand accompanied by a fragrant breeze. Dick's right eye, which he could still use, widened and looked up, only to see that Beckis's figure was already in front of him. She held a dagger that shone with blue light, and shouted coldly at Hoffman.

A hint of violence flashed in Hoffman's eyes when he heard this, and his footsteps did not stop at all: "Stinky bitch, you are worthy of getting in my way, get back to your man." ”

Beckis was so angry that her whole body trembled slightly, she couldn't say half a word, and her face turned red. But she remained firmly in front of Dick. As Hoffman approached six paces, her figure suddenly moved. Fast as a ghost, only to see the afterimage flash, her short sword has reached Hoffman's chest!

Dick's eyes shrank, where was the speed that a Saint Realm powerhouse could have, but he immediately noticed that Beckis's boots glowed faintly as she moved.

However, Dick still couldn't understand what level of artifact could increase the speed of a Saint Realm powerhouse to such a point.

Hoffman let out a long roar in the sky, and his whole body burned with a raging energy aura as he faced the short sword stabbed by Beckis. He didn't stop him, but swung his long knife straight at Beckis's head.

Dick was shocked, even though Hoffman was under a curse and was badly wounded. But he's still a true god!Beatis is just a mere peak powerhouse in the Holy Realm, and if she exchanges blows with a true god, what will be the consequences?

But what happened the next moment. Dick stayed where he was.

Hoffman's flaming knife slashed at Beckis head-on, but the necklace around Beckis's neck radiated brilliance at the last moment. The white light condensed but did not dissipate, like a substantial light shield protecting the surface of Beckis's body. The necklace has an unremarkable appearance, but it has saved Beckis's life before. With a bang, the flame long knife slashed at the light mask, and the long knife was shocked back, but the light mask was still unharmed.

At the same time, the short sword in Beckis's hand had already stabbed in front of Hoffman's body! The arrogance of Hoffman's protective body did not hinder the blade of the short sword in the slightest, like a sharp knife piercing into the mud, and the short sword easily stabbed into Hoffman's true god body!

Blood, rushing out! The pain was so intense that Hoffman's face twisted. He roared angrily and flew back sharply, not stopping until he was a hundred meters away from Beckis. Ignoring the translucent wounds on his chest, Hoffman stared at Beckis, his eyes wide open, almost bulging out of his sockets, and his face was full of horror and disbelief.

"Lord Artifact!" Hoffman's exclamation sounded more like a feeble dream or groan, "Three Lord Artifact......s! Who the hell are you?"

Dick also struggled to stand up straight, his remaining right eye wide and staring straight at Beckis.

Beckis opened her mouth, looking like she was about to say something. At this moment, a vast sound wave suddenly passed through the layers of space, rumbling and echoing in the sky above the Demon Castle: "Hoffman, are you guilty?"

The blood moon was dull, the sky and the earth were dark, and the darkness that made people feel desperate and palpitating suddenly enveloped the entire demon castle, and the darkness rolled and surged as if it were the same substance, slowly condensed, gathered, and turned into a tall figure wearing a pitch-black cloak, the black of the cloak seemed to condense thousands of nights, as if the entire night sky of hell was condensed into one, and the darkness was incomparable!

It was not only darkness that exuded the figure, but also the negative aura of fear, death, destruction, sin, and so on. Like a demon in the abyss of hell, like a Shura on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, like a resentful soul on the ruins of death, hideous and terrifying.

The figure reveals arrogance, indifference, and coldness, which is daunting. The boundless coercion was like substance, surrounding his body.

To the right of the black-robed figure, a huge scythe was suspended, which was also terrifyingly black and reflective of metal. The scythe is simple, slender, cold, strange, solemn, and exudes a strange and bewitching black light. Just looking at it chills people's hearts.

"Grandpa, you're here at last! If you don't come again, I'll ignore you again!" said Beckis softly like a little girl who hadn't grown up.

The figure in the pitch-black cloak turned its head and seemed to glance at Beckis. At that moment, the dark and cold terrifying aura that surrounded the figure seemed to have been restrained.

The pitch-black figure spoke to Beckis. Although the changes were subtle and almost imperceptible, Dick still felt that the voice of the figure was no longer so indifferent and imposing, but took on a little something else.

"I'll punish you when I go back!" said the figure coldly.

With a bang, Hoffman's flaming long knife fell to the ground, his eyes were dull, his expression was blank, his whole body was trembling slightly, his knees were weak, he knelt down like this, leaned down, his forehead was tightly pressed against the ground, and a voice was squeezed out of his throat almost with a groan: "Lord ......"

But then, Hoffman immediately raised his head, his eyes flashed with light, and he said urgently: "Great and Almighty Lord, you must listen to my explanations! Things are not what you imagined, I ...... I have absolutely no intention of hurting Miss! I swear by my dignity and character! Here's the thing, it's him, and it's all his fault!"

Hoffman raised his hand and pointed at Dick, his eyes bloodshot scarlet: "It's all the fault of this lowly middle god! This bastard stole our Shura's pupil, and I did it to regain the main artifact tainted by this bastard!"

Beckis immediately ran to the side of the Dark Lord, and said urgently: "Grandpa, don't be deceived by him, this guy is a great crime......! Yarrow, he was tortured like that!You must make the decision for me!You must save Yarrow!You must kill this Hoffman!Otherwise, I will never talk to you again in my life!" Beatis said, looking at Yarrow in the distance, tears welling up in her eyes.

The Lord of Darkness was speechless, but reached out his hand shrouded in a black cloak and patted Beckis's head. Dick glanced at the Dark Lord's hand, which was withered, emaciated, pale, weak, and completely skinny. (To be continued......)