The Yaksha King Cross is the most proud earth demon warrior of Count Lothar, who once tore apart an immortal cultivator in the late stage of Jindan with his bare hands, and laid a great reputation.

Cross's appearance instantly made the old butler's face look ugly.

Not to mention that he is seriously injured now, even in normal times, with the old butler's old body, it is impossible to be Kroos's opponent.

He glanced at the people on his side, and in addition to himself, there were only two little maids left who served the princess with him, who were Terran immortal cultivators in the Yudan period.

There were also seven or eight remaining guards, their armor in tatters, their faces covered in dust and dirt, and their bodies covered with blood marks, and they couldn't hold on for long.

In the end, it was the little master, a distant relative of His Majesty the Demon Emperor, the seventy-third princess of the Blood Moon Dynasty.

On the other side, there is an army of tens of thousands of earth demons, all nine plus one formation, and a nine-headed demon with a yaksha. In other words, in this army of 10,000 earth demons, there are more than 9,000 demons equivalent to the foundation building period, and thousands of yaksha equivalent to the knot stage.

Such a terrifying and huge combat force, not to mention the encirclement and suppression of a few of their remnants and defeat, even if it rushed to the surface world and destroyed three or four small countries, it was enough.

"How's it going, old thing, are you going to die yourself, or do you want Lao Tzu to send you on your way with his own hands?" Cross twisted his neck, rubbing his fists with a crunching sound.

"Leighton, let's go! I know, with your strength close to the Yaksha King, you can save your life, whether you fight bloody battles yourself or surrender. You've done enough for me since I was a child, so why make such a senseless sacrifice?"

Princess Liuli said with tears in her eyes.

In the smart eyes, Yingying tears, on the beautiful face, the pear blossoms bring rain.

The current situation is very clear, and what awaits them is only a dead end, and there is absolutely no life at all.

However, the old butler took a deep look at Princess Liuli, turned around, and returned it to Cross, with only the simplest word - "Kill!"

He struggled to fan the pair of fleshy bone wings, and his old body swelled again.

The muscles burst out, twisted into knots like pieces of iron, and the green tendons burst out, winding around the roots like dragons.

This old body in the last years of the wind and candle began the last burning of essence and blood, and it was extremely sublimated, bursting out with the most extreme terrifying combat power.

"Hmm, the breath of the Yaksha King, the old man, yes, he actually fought for his life, and at the last moment before he died, he barely stepped into the realm of the Yaksha King. ”

Cross's brow furrowed slightly, but he quickly stretched out and smiled arrogantly.

Because Cross understands that this old butler is no longer dying, he is burning his blood and his life. Even if the old butler stepped into the realm of the Yaksha King, it was only a temporary step, and it could only last for a very short period of time.

When this time passed, and without even Kross's own hands, the old butler would die of his own, exhausted of his blood, and turned into a skinny, dried corpse.

In Kroos' long fighting career, he has encountered this situation countless times. In his eyes, such people are all dying waste.

Burning essence and blood, just let them survive for a while, damn people, will die too!

"Demon Crack Sky!"

The old butler puffed out his throat and spat out a thunderous shout.

With that loud shout, a deep black light, faintly emitting scarlet blood light, pierced through the golden cracked stone, and drew a striking black mark in the sky, as if even the space was torn apart by it, it was terrifying.

However, this black mang's attack was not aimed at his opponent Cross, but directly at the Count of Lothar, who was not far away.

From the very beginning, the old butler never thought that fighting Cross, who was the king of the Yakshas, his real target had always been Count Lothar, who was at the peak of the Flying Yakshas.

"It seems that you really don't want to die!"

Seeing a terrifying black mang coming, Cross's confident face actually showed a trace of solemnity.

This attack was not an ordinary attack, but a blow from the old butler's full strength, a blow that sacrificed his life.

As soon as he made a move, it was not a temptation, not a skill, not a strategy, but directly used the strongest killing move and took out the ultimate hole card of the last step.

Whether it is life or death, success or failure, the old housekeeper gambled everything, and this trick "Demon Cracks the Sky" is on.

The old housekeeper knew that his strength was not enough, even if he was in the realm of the Yaksha King now, he relied on the courage to fight to the death and reluctantly stepped in.

If the usual way of fighting, the old butler's attack is definitely painless for Kroos, and it is difficult to cause real damage to him.

In the end, his burning essence blood and extreme sublimation will most likely be wasted in vain and unable to achieve any effect.

Therefore, the old butler directly worked hard at the beginning, concentrated all the essence blood and all the mana, and burst out with the most powerful and terrifying killing move in his life!

"Layton, don't!"

Princess Liuli saw what the old butler meant, and shouted hoarsely.

She understood that the old butler really didn't want to die this time, even if he was desperate for his life, he would gnaw off a piece of flesh and blood on the body of Count Lothar.

Dogs will jump over walls when they are in a hurry, and they will bite people.

At this time, the old butler of Layton regarded himself as a mad dog, an old mad dog who did not want to die, and he desperately wanted to bite the Count of Lothar and let him taste the power of the mad dog.

"Lord Earl, be careful, his target is you, and you are the one this old dog wants to kill!"

At the Count of Lothar's side, one of his attendants roared in panic and flew in front of him, wanting to use his own life and his own flesh and blood to block this deadly black light for his master.

Rumble!

The black light flashed and pierced directly through the body of the attendant.

In an instant, a powerful Flying Yaksha was wiped out in mid-air.

There was no splash of blood, no broken bones, and in the blink of an eye, the flying yaksha disappeared directly, ashes, and nothingness!

"Damn old thing, do you think that with your dog's life, you also want to hurt me, who has the blood of Prince Polo, the most honorable Count of Lothar in this area?"

Seeing the old butler's fatal blackness, the Count of Lothar did not show any panic, but instead had a contemptuous sneer on the corner of his mouth.

He raised his right hand and raised his palm flat, making a motion similar to pushing the door.

At this moment, a white shield, a terrifying shield composed of countless white bones, appeared in front of Count Lothar out of thin air.

(End of chapter)