In the dark cell, there were groans of pain and cry of despair, which was the last sound of the poor life tortured by the demons.

The dungeon was filled with a rotten smell, and disgusting mucus flowed on the walls. Various strange creatures crawled in the dark, feeding on the pain of prisoners and constantly growing and thriving.

"Not in there?"

Enzo raised his eyebrows and a little surprise appeared on his face. Through the scanning of the chip, the Lord of Shadow Azmodan, seemed to be not in this palace.

Next to it, the Supreme Heavenly Sword Forrest Gump pondered for a moment.

Then, he vomited syllables lightly, and a crack appeared on his forehead, as if he was twisting his sword, and opened it like his eyes.

In an instant, the entire city was seen by Forrest Gump.

He searched for Azmodan's traces.

Located on the edge of the city, there is a huge arena.

The arena is rounded, surrounded by towering stands, filled with demonic spectators, cheering wildly and screaming, looking forward to one bloody battle after another.

The ground in the arena is full of hot magma. Participants fight in magma, not only have to face the opponent's attacks, but also have to resist the high temperature and toxicity of the magma.

The battles are diverse in form, including one-on-one life-and-death duels, team melee, and even desperate battles between wizards and demons. The losers often end up being extremely miserable, and they will be cruelly swallowed by the winners or thrown to demon pets in the arena as food.

The sky of Yingyuan City is always shrouded in darkness, and lightning flashes pass by the dark clouds from time to time. Lightning illuminates the hideous face of the city, but is instantly swallowed by darkness.

Various demon creatures are flying in the sky, some of which are the eyeliners of the demon lord, responsible for monitoring every move in the city.

Some are looking for prey and are ready to launch a raid at any time.

“Here!”

The Supreme Heavenly Sword Forrest Gump narrowed his left eye and found Azmodan's traces.

The other party is in the Devil Arena at this moment, like the dark emperor, surrounded by many succubusers, looking down at the Devil Competition below.

"Humans! Fight!"

Azmodan's tone was cold, but there was a hint of madness in his eyes, saying, "Pleased with your humble life!"

At this moment, in the Devil Arena.

In this huge and gloomy demon arena, a cruel life-and-death battle is in full swing.

Several wizards who were forcibly captured by the demons were now in extreme dilemma and engaged in a desperate battle with the ferocious demons with huge power disparity.

These wizards are all accomplished in their respective witchcraft fields. They are dressed in colorful but broken robes, holding wands that symbolize their identity and strength in their hands. However, in the home court of this demon, their witchcraft light appears so weak.

"Damn it!"

Feeling the suppression of the rules around him, the faces of several wizards were quite ugly.

As soon as they were escorted into the arena, the demons in the stands around them burst out with deafening roars and screams. The sound seemed to tear apart the entire arena. The demons as the audience were flickering with bloodthirsty light, and they couldn't wait to see the opening of the bloody show.

"I can only fight to the death!"

Among the few wizards, the only immortal wizard pursed his lips, forcibly suppressed the feeling of despair in his heart, and said in a deep voice.

The wizards behind him all showed a solemn expression.

For them, this life-and-death duel is not fair, and the probability of winning is slim, but it is impossible to refuse.

The war between the wizard world and the abyss world has lasted for a long time.

Both sides suffered losses, and the Expeditionary Force killed a large number of demons, but at the same time, those powerful demon lords also captured wizards in the battle.

The wizard who falls into the hands of the demon will most likely be swallowed up.

For example, those who survive by chance in the arena will become tools for the demon lords to have fun.

One duel after another awaits them.

No one knows how long he can hold on. The only belief is that the expeditionary army will once again set foot on this land.

However, in terms of the current situation, the possibility is also very low.

Just as several wizards were thinking.

The horn of the battle suddenly sounded, and then a fire demon as huge as a mountain slowly walked out from one side of the arena.

It was burning with the raging fire of hell, and every step it took to the ground, a scorched pit with black smoke was left.

The flame demon opened his bloody mouth and let out a roar. The heat wave mixed with the strong smell of sulfur came to his face, almost suffocating the wizards.

Demon Lord, Barol Flame Demon!

"Be careful!"

The wizards quickly reacted and began to use defensive magic.

One of the elderly gray-haired wizards waved his wand and muttered something. A blue water curtain shield unfolded in front of everyone in an instant, trying to resist the high temperature of the flame demon.

Other wizards were not willing to be outdone and cast their specialty defensive spells.

Some summoned small whirlwinds under their feet to temporarily levitate everyone to avoid direct contact with the hot ground. Some wizards even set up a layer of magic barriers flashing with glimmers around to enhance the overall defense power.

"Go up, Seaton!"

In the arena auditorium, Azmodan laughed loudly, then waved his hand and signaled the Barolo Flame Demon to kill the wizards.

The Barol Flame Demon Sidon roared and immediately launched an attack on the wizards.

He waved his huge arms suddenly, and his fist with flames hit the wizards' shields like a burning meteorite.

boom!

With a loud bang, the water curtain shield instantly fluctuated violently, splashing countless water splashes, and cracks even began to appear near the edge.

The wizards gritted their teeth and tried their best to inject magic into the shield. Their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat the size of beans. They knew that once the shield broke, they would be a catastrophe.

"Scarlet Arrow!"

At this moment, another red-haired wizard looked at the right time.

Taking advantage of the gap between the flame demon attacking the shield, a light flashed at the top of the magic wand in his hand, and a hot red light shot towards the flame demon's eyes like a sharp arrow.

The Barolo Fire Demon was in pain and roared angrily.

Suddenly, his attack became more violent and violent, and continued to spray pillars of flames into the shield. The power of the demon lord burst out. The pillar of flames hit the shield, making crackling sounds, and the splashing sparks splashed everywhere.

It's just a moment.

In this fierce offensive and defensive battle, the wizards gradually felt overwhelmed.

Under the constraints of the chaotic rules of the Abyss World, their magic power is constantly consumed, while the power of the Balo Flame Demon seems to be endless.

"Die, wizards!"

Suddenly, the Barolo Flame Demon sneered, then jumped high, and his whole body pressed against the wizards' shields like a burning sun.

This time, the shield could no longer bear such a huge pressure.

Crack!

The aftermath of the Barol Flame Demon's attack shocked the wizards.

A young blonde wizard reacted slightly slowly and was directly hit by the flame demon's flames. His body was instantly wrapped in flames and screamed in pain.

Under the burning of the flames, his skin quickly carbonized and fell to the ground and kept rolling and struggling, but soon there was no movement and life disappeared in the flames of the demon.

The rest of the wizards were both sad and angry when they witnessed the tragic death of their companions.

But they also knew that there was no way out at this moment, so they could only fight to the death.

A trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the wizard in black robe. He held the wand tightly with both hands, inserted it into the ground, and recited an ancient and obscure spell.

As the spell was recited, the ground began to tremble violently, and black vines broke out from the ground and quickly wrapped around the limbs of the Barol Flame Demon like a spirit snake.

The Barol Flame Demon was bound by the vines and struggled. As he struggled, the flames on its body kept burning the vines, but these vines seemed to have tenacious vitality, becoming tighter and tighter.

"Go on! I can't hold on for too long!"

The black-robed wizard shouted that using this magic at this moment would be a huge burden for him and it would not last long.

Seeing this, other wizards launched attacks one after another.

The white-robed wizard waved his magic wand and summoned countless sharp ice cones, which shot towards the Flame Demon like raindrops; the other bald wizard condensed a huge purple magic ball above the Flame Demon's head. The magic ball contained powerful compressed magic power, and once it exploded, its power should not be underestimated.

However, the Barol Flame Demon is a powerful lord after all.

He just exerted force suddenly, and the flames on his body instantly increased several times, burning all the vines wrapped around him.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his mouth and spit out a huge flame bomb, which flew straight to the bald wizard who was condensing the magic ball.

The bald wizard could not dodge and was hit by a flame bomb. He was blown away and fell heavily to the ground, life and death unknown.

The next moment, the Barolo Fire Demon roared again.

The terrifying flames dissipated like a tide, and it seemed to turn into a sea of ​​fire in the arena. The strong energy offensive made several wizards fall unwillingly.

At this time, there were only three wizards left on the battlefield and were still struggling to support them.

They looked at each other, saw firmness and despair in each other's eyes, and immediately decided to perform a joint witchcraft, which was their last hope.

"Fight for a while!"
To be continued...