On the spot, the Supreme Heavenly Sword Forrest Gump showed his thoughtful look on the left side.

The Dark Moon Demon Riyara, no matter what, is still a seventh-level demon, but Azmodan was not afraid at all when facing it.

This is obviously a bit unreasonable.

"Don't forget."

At this time, Enzo said quietly, "Although Azmodan is just a small character, the one behind him is not a weak person!"

The Supreme Heavenly Sword Forrest Gump's heart moved.

He naturally understood that the existence in Enzo's mouth was the Saint Ancestor Demon Crubrad, and the other party was also the Abyss Demon.

Moreover, his strength is much stronger than that of the Dark Moon Demon Riyara.

"Does it mean..."

The Supreme Heavenly Sword Forrest Gump's left eye flashed. He analyzed in his heart that Azmodan was so confident at this moment, and obviously was prepared.

Perhaps, the other party had known for a long time that the Dark Moon Demon Liyara would descend to Shadow Abyss City at this moment.

"Crubrad!"

Suddenly, the Supreme Heavenly Sword Forrest Gump flashed with a light of spirit, looked at Enzo, and whispered, "Is it the layout of the Heavenly Demon Crubrad, the Saint Ancestor of the Shadow Abyss?"

“There is this possibility.”

Enzo nodded, his thoughts flashed.

If the layout of Shadow Abyss City was the method of the Saint Ancestor Crubrad, then what happened next must be very interesting.

The Dark Moon Demon Liyala comes to devour the demon's soul.

But the other party may have become the prey of the Saint Ancestral Demon Crubrad, the moment he stepped into the Shadow Ancestor City.

However, Riyara herself didn't know it.

"What should we do?"

The Supreme Heavenly Sword Forrest Gump's left eye flashed and he whispered, "Do you want to take action first and take down this Dark Moon Demon Riyara?"

"No."

Enzo shook his head and said in a deep voice, ": The mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole is behind, deal with the Dark Moon Demon Riyara."

"It's better to deal with the Holy Clan Demon Crubrad!"

Hearing Enzo's words, Forrest Gump thought for a while and felt it was right, so he nodded and said nothing more.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The battle between Azmodan and the Dark Moon Demon Riyara was thrown on at this moment, and both sides were terrifying in the eyes of those low-level demons.

However, this battle was a little strange in Enzo's eyes.

The Dark Moon Demon Riyara was unable to take down Azmodan in a short period of time, and even fell into a tough battle.

It is hard to imagine that the other party is also a seventh-level life form.

Rumble!

Accompanied by a terrifying roar, the earth was trembling, the strong smoke and flames were burning, and the hot magma surging wildly.

Azmodan roared violently and swung the burning battle axe in his hand.

As the sixth-level demon lord, he has the first opportunity to confront the seventh-level demon in his long life.

If it is normal.

Azmodan can only surrender humbly when facing any demon, but now, the Dark Moon Heavenly Demon Riyara is seriously injured, so she just happened to give him a chance.

"Is it finally my turn?"

A greedy and crazy gloss flashed in Azmodan's eyes.

For him, now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As long as he can seize it, he may even have the opportunity to be promoted to a demon.

This is the ultimate desire of all demon lords in the entire abyss world.

In the air.

The dark moon demon Riyara quietly appeared in the void like a dark night elf, with a pale face.

Her figure is light, but it exudes a fierce fighting spirit that is far away from others. Her long hair is like ink and dancing wildly without restraint. The hair is shining with fine and sandy lights. When you look carefully, the glimmer of light actually outlines the ancient and mysterious, as if it contains endless magical runes.

With a twist on his body, a lively and elegant armor appeared.

The material is like a shadow taken from the deepest part of the dark night. Against the dull sky, there are faint lights appearing from time to time, as if mysterious powers are hiding and surging under it.

A pair of bat wings behind it stretched out, and the wing film was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it conveyed a solid texture as steel from touch. The edges were filled with cold and breathtaking moonlight, just like it was made of frost and cold moonlight.

"It's enough to force me to such a level that makes you proud!"

Riyara's eyes were cold, but there was a hint of murderous intent deep in the depths.

Since she was promoted to the realm of the Heavenly Demon, when has she been in such a difficult situation facing the mere sixth-level demon lord Azmodan?

He actually had to do his best.

Moreover, even so, they cannot completely suppress the other party. They clearly have a hierarchical advantage, but they are evenly matched with the other party.

This is obviously a great shame for the demon Liyala.

However, there is nothing we can do about it.

Since experiencing the war with the Supreme Wizard and the attack of the Cthulhu giant demon, the gluttonous demon Goodfro, the Dark Moon Demon Riyara, has been in an extremely weak state.

Now, it is very rare for her to barely maintain the realm of the Demon.

"We must fight quickly!"

Riyara's eyes narrowed slightly, and she made up her mind.

She was very sure that no one knew about her descending to the 832nd floor of the abyss, but when faced with Azmodan, who was now full of confidence, she was a little uneasy. What kind of backup plan would the other party wait for her?

Thinking of the one behind Azmodan, Riyara's face looked a little ugly.

Meanwhile, opposite.

Azmodan roared again, his figure was like a towering giant peak, and his body was surrounded by thick black smoke, just like armor woven by the power of chaos. Each muscle was tense and raised, like cast iron, exuding a powerful and trembling sense of power.

Just moving your body can cause the ground under your feet to tremble violently, as if you are overwhelmed.

The flame battle axe in his hand is a model of a murder weapon. Its long handle is forged from the black iron tempered in the abyss of hell for thousands of years. It is engraved with a magic pattern that is twisting and coiling, as if struggling and struggling. The flames intertwined with blue and red jump along the lines, tangled with each other, as if they are wise.

The axe blade is wide and irregular in shape, just like the demon's hideous sharp teeth. It just lies there and seems to be greedy to devour the surrounding air. The rolling heat waves are surging like turbulent tides, causing the surrounding space to shimmer and twist, as if reality and illusion are forcibly torn apart by flames here.

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Azmodan was hoarse, even at this moment, the Dark Moon Demon Riyara was already in an extremely weak state.

But he still didn't dare to be careless and did his best as soon as he took action.

Rumble!

Amid the terrifying roar, a dark light burst out from the flame battle axe, roaring like a sea of ​​fire.

Riya Ra's face was expressionless, and her body shot out like an arrow from a string.

The purple bat wings behind him flapped rapidly, and each time he flapped his wings, it brought a string of light and shadows that looked like the remains of the moon shadow, and it crossed a hundred feet apart in an instant.

In just a moment, he avoided Azmodan's offensive.

At the same time, Riyala waved her hand and a long whip seemed to be pulled out of the void, and the whip body was made of carefully tangled with silver silk in the astral realm.

Inside is inlaid with mysterious crystals emitting cold and cold light, just like condensing the vast dark night galaxy on the slender whip.

The long whip carried the screaming sound of slashing through the air and rushed towards Azmodan.

Wherever the whip tip passed, the air was cut apart, and harsh sounds sounded one after another, and faint black cracks quietly bloomed, just like a small beast opening its mouth, greedily swallowing the surging fire breath around it.

Seeing this, Azmodan's eyes shone with a red light.

A dull roar like thunder came from the depths of his throat. The sound waves were wrapped in a rolling heat wave, like a substantial impact force, spreading in a fan shape. Wherever he went, the sand and stone on the ground seemed to be raised by an invisible giant hand, splashing everywhere.

"Come again!"

Azmodan swung the flame battle axe in his hand, and the axe blade cut through the sky and dragged out a flame arc that was dozens of feet long and burning violently. The flame arc was like the dazzling trajectory of a meteorite falling, with a momentum of destruction, facing Riyara's sharp whip head-on.

The moment the two abyss magic weapons collided, it was like ice and fire colliding decisively. With a loud bang, the dazzling light seemed to descending to this dull and depressing demon realm during the day. The ripples generated by the impact spread in a ring-like manner. The lava surging on the ground along the way was lifted up and turned into a hot and hot rain curtain. The rock fragments that were originally as solid as rocks instantly turned into powder under this force and dissipated invisible.

It was just a few rounds of confrontation.

The earth cracked open, the space was torn apart, and the sixth-level demon lord confronted the abyss demon, causing the entire Shadow Abyss City to face a catastrophe.

The city began to collapse and the demons fled everywhere.

Enzo and Forrest Gump looked at each other, and with a thought, they fled into the shadow and suppressed themselves to the extreme.

And in the distance, the battle continued.

Faced with Azmodan's fierce attack, Riyara rebounded lightly with the power of collision and spun her body gracefully in the air.

The long whip in his hand looked like a lively lively swim snake, winding up along the handle of the battle axe, trying to overcome hardness with softness, tightly twisting the wrists of Azmodan, which are as thick as those of a giant tree trunk.
To be continued...