Outside the field, the kings looked at the phantom of the god of death holding sickles, with a serious face.

The twelve executive councillors were even more nervous. Even if they were particularly far away from the God of Death, they felt a threat, let alone the Ghost Lord of Yan Luo who was at the core and was about to be "gaze"?

Will it be severely damaged and killed?

Will there be irreversible damage?

This demon is really not sure how to behave!

The Standing Committee members cursed.

It is said to be a team battle without rules, but in fact there are rules. No one will use some "forbidden techniques" that are extremely harmful.

The damage here may be to the opponent or to yourself.

The gaze of the Death God who can summon the "Death Phantom" is already an uncontrollable forbidden technique. No one will frown when using such a forbidden technique to the enemy, but now it is just a game, a battle within the league...

The Standing Committee members thought that their eyes were even more staring at each other without blinking, and they did not dare to move them away for a moment.

In the field,

The black smoke floats.

Clusters of dark blue flames emerged, and the ghostly underworld exuded an inexplicable aura.

The demon stood at one end, staring at the same time as his eyes under the mask, waiting for the God of Death to open his eyes.

Space solidifies.

Time is frozen.

Only the phantom of the god of death with a strong sense of existence floated there, and the next moment the pupils were about to open...

Bang-

The phantom shattered and turned into countless light spots to float away.

This time, the Phantom of Death's eyes were not opened, and the figure shattered and disappeared like a bubble.

The devil is stunned.

The elves gathered the ghost babies, terrifying demons and other elves glared at the mask with red light flashing.

The ghost mask kept shaking his head.

It’s not me, I used to do this~!

This is not my fault!

...

There was no gaze of death, but the battle continued.

The battle between ghost elves did not have particularly gorgeous fireworks, nor was it enough to send out a roar of miles or dozens of miles away, only a few figures flashed and intertwined.

The shadow spreads, the wind blows, and occasionally Ayan and the terrifying demon's body collided, and a dull sound or two came out.

In terms of speed and strength, the terrifying demons who have cultivated to the limit and control the field are actually stronger than Ayan. After all, Ayan is only two years old and three years old? It controls the field in advance, but its body has not yet developed to its peak.

What's more, there are also great gathering ghost babies, ghost masks, and corpse-eating demons and ghosts that are sieging.

But Ayan pointed out, and the blue flames bloomed at his fingertips, and the fierce terrifying demon flew back faster than before.

The corpse-eating demon seized this opportunity, and his figure rushed out of a wisp of black smoke, opened his hideous mouth, and a pair of black claws stretched out, holding the energy that made people die and withered, and grabbed Ayan's black robe.

The black robe is also the body!

The corpse-eating demon does not seek to hit the key points, but only seeks to cause damage.

But when it attacked, it suddenly felt that the black-robed figure in front of it continued to rise, exuding an aura that made it dare not take action.

It seems that if you continue to catch it, it is a great disrespect.

It hesitated for a moment, and the next moment it flew into the air. It was not knocked away by the Ghost Lord of Yan Luo, but was pulled away by two ghost babies.

In front of it, a cluster of faint blue flames bloomed.

The corpse-eating demon was scared and sweated in a cold sweat.

The battle in the domain lasted for several minutes, and Ayan seemed to be at ease against four with one and a ghost creature in the underworld was gradually expanding.

"How is the battle? Who has the upper hand?"

"The Demon Lord has not taken action yet, but... the elves such as the Butterfly Fairy and other elves of Su Hao Tianwang also did not take action. They are guarding against the Demon Lord!"

"Can a few elves work together to make the Demon Lord fear? Wait, wouldn't it mean that the Ghost Lord of Yan Luo fights four? The Ghost Lord of Yan Luo is so strong?"

"This question..."

A king of heaven relied on his superb means to explore the gaps in the confrontation between the two fields and found some situations.

His face was strange.

"Yan Luo Ghost Lord is not a question of whether it is strong or not. It is really that kind of, very strange. It can be safe in every dangerous moment, just like... it seems that the terrifying demons and other elves are not in their state, and they feel a little weak."

He felt that the terrifying demons and other elves were releasing water, but there was no evidence.

When fighting other elves in front, the terrifying demon was obviously very fierce.

At this time,

The ‘demon’ is still struggling, why did the death stare fail again?

The Demon Lord looked at the terrifying demon and other elves who were at a disadvantage, but could not bear it.

"waste!"

It said softly, speaking in Mandarin, but the sound was quickly drowned in the fierce fighting movement.

Wow—

A purple-black flame emerged from the body of the demon king. In the flames, its body disappeared and appeared in front of the fat bear the next moment.

Yes, the Demon Lord did not participate in the siege of Ayan.

It disdains.

But as long as you first sweep the other elves out and then get rid of the Ghost Lord of Yan Luo, it will be no more siege.

Its body appeared in the flames, and its sharp claws poked out and grabbed the thunder in front of it, roaring at the thunder in front of it. Even though the thunder bear was wearing thick armor, the Demon Lord seemed to see it. The next moment, his claws would tear the thunder's roaring battle armor to pieces like tearing apart the paper.

Over the years, it has been torn apart and solidified armed forces!

clang--

A recoil force came from his arm. The Demon Lord was stunned. He looked down at his sharp claws. He just grabbed a small gap in his armor. It was far from the point of piercing the armor and was bounced back.

In the gap, crackling lightning arcs emerged, filled with devastating power.

The demon king instinctively shrank his claws, and then the thunder in front of him roared and roared, and dazzling lightning burst out from his body, retreating with his flexibility that was inconsistent with the fat Genggu body.

It seems...afraid?

Will an elf who can withstand its attack and immediately release a destructive thunder counterattack? Would it be scared?

The script won't be like this!

You are humiliating me!

The Demon King was angry, but he saw a dazed crow above his head unable to control himself.

Not far away, the water unicorn raised waves with silver halos, and the ground was filled with star patterns.

There are countless fantasy butterflies flying in front of them.

With a stretch of his hand, countless flame particles gathered were intertwined into a black sword, and they slashed off a few feathers of the Fire God Crow.

But that's all.

As soon as the waves with silver halos touched it, it suddenly stretched out a tasteless and salted fish mind.

The black moon hanging in the distance that it was difficult to approach released the light that made it hate.

There is also illusion interference.

Suppression of the underworld.

The Demon Lord suddenly realized that he not only failed to cut melons and vegetables, but instead just stood up.

It took dozens of seconds to break the deadlock!

Where else can you get the face to teach those idle little brothers a lesson?!

"roar!!!"

Circles of purple-black ripples spread. Wherever they pass, no matter where they are in the underworld, the black smoke of fear is squeezed into the distance. Around them, there is only a cracked earth. Heart-pounding purple-black flames are constantly emerging from the cracks. The whole sky also becomes dark red, with rain of fire falling.

Field: Hell of Fire!

In terms of domain quality, it is comparable to Ayan's ghost creature, but the Demon Lord is an expert who has been immersed in the way of domain for at least decades. As soon as the Fire Hell appears, it swallows up the ghost creature inch by inch.

Even the aura of fear was not spared, and it was squeezed into the corner in an instant.

The flame of hell broke out, and the fat bear exploded with a thunderous light to resist.
To be continued...