The battle suddenly stopped.
All the demons looked at the Black Dragon who had landed on the ground and stood there in shock. No one would forget the tragedy that had just happened. Even the cruel Chained King Förcharik did not dare to attack recklessly.
He stood at the edge of the tunnel, breathing rapidly. His eyes were filled with fear and hatred as he stared at the giant figure on the battlefield.
The demons did not attack again, and Caesar did not care. He just closed his eyes and breathed slowly as if he was sensing the smell of the tunnel.
After a while, the Black Dragon's stiff face gradually showed some expression. He had completely awakened from his deep sleep. He lowered his head and smiled warmly. "My daughter."
"Father." Odín still looked like he had done something wrong. "I'm sorry …"
"No need to apologize."
Caesar interrupted her. "Even if I was not disturbed, my sleep is nearing its end. Next, I just need to transform into a new body. This work can be done when I'm awake. Compared to this, I'm more concerned about your safety."
"You've done well."
He turned around and looked at the waves of demons. "If it were me, I would have made the decision to attack the tunnel."
"You've become stronger?"
Azliers walked over and asked in a low voice.
"Yes."
Caesar turned to him. "You might not need a hundred years to get your reward."
"My reward?"
"You said you wanted the position of the Monarch of the Dark Cloud. I remember that."
Black Dragon moved his body, and his skin and scales quickly grew. "Graz 'zt, the Abyss Pillar God, is the strongest demon. If it's him, he should be able to easily destroy the tunnel. With my current strength, I can give it a try."
"What do you plan to do?" Azliers asked.
"Hmm …"
Caesar glanced at Azliers, then turned to look at Odín, Nero, and Kahn. He then looked at the Airadia army. "Retreat and protect yourselves."
Azliers was stunned, then became furious. The Black Dragon's words clearly placed him in the ranks of the weak. Did he want the Lord Of The Infernal Prison to protect him?
Azliers wanted to jump up and roar, "I didn't expect you to overestimate yourself to this extent", "If you want to die, you can find a more comfortable place", and so on.
However, based on his performance just now, the Black Dragon seemed to have obtained great power in his sleep. It was best not to jump to conclusions.
Azilliers thought for a moment and stared at the black dragon with killing intent for a few seconds. Finally, he snorted coldly, turned around, tore open the planar barrier, and stepped out.
"Dad …" Odín was a little worried.
"Don't worry." Caesar's voice was gentle, but his words left no room for doubt.
Kahn then led the army to retreat. They returned from the crack the Lord Of The Infernal Prison had opened and exited the worm-eaten tunnel.
Förcharik watched all of this coldly. He was sending a message to the Lords of the Abyss, asking for the Dark Cloud Monarch's support. However, the Blood War was a hundred times more intense than the worm-eaten tunnel. Every inch of the Abyss was difficult to move forward. The Pillar Gods could not withdraw their power at all.
That was why the demon army did not receive the order to attack even after the invaders from Eladia had disappeared. However, there were some demons with lower intelligence who could not hold back their murderous thoughts. They raised their blades and charged forward, but they were quickly crushed and could not cause any waves.
Caesar flapped his wings and rose into the sky. He closed his eyes and opened them again. He could not feel the flow of power. It was very calm.
Nenos trembled. Although he was not as strong as Förcharik, he was very smart. His senses were far superior to the other Lords of the Abyss. At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of impending doom. He wanted nothing more than to flee back to the Abyss and hide in his lair on the 763rd level.
However, he could not move at all. An invisible force was holding him back, forcing him to stay where he was. Nenos's body trembled slightly. He did not doubt that if he resisted, he would soon meet a tragic end. He would be torn to pieces like Förcharik.
At this moment, the Chained King finally sensed something and roared, "Attack!
Kill it!
Kill it! "
Tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of demons rushed into the sky. As far as the eye could see, there were humanoid figures with wings. Every pair of eyes flashed with a fierce light. They slammed their bodies, waved their blades and claws, and cut the air with the sound of the wind. However, no one could get close to the Black Dragon.
The black dragon only glanced sluggishly at the demons that were rushing towards him. The group of demons instantly dispersed, as if his gaze had defeated them, causing fear in the hearts of the demons. In reality, there was a terrifying and respectable force field that was spreading out, forcing them to return to their original positions.
The huge space was filled with the howls of demons.
A demon general smelled the scent of destruction. It roared and lashed out at the demons in front of it. It rushed to the edge of the realm wall, but halfway there, its body exploded into a mass of scarlet blood.
Hordes of demons began to flee, no longer obeying the orders of their lord. The worm-eroded passage was a space that the demons had painstakingly carved out, but at this moment, they wanted to escape. Like thousands of undead fleeing the divine kingdom of the God of Light, the worm-eroded passage had silently changed owners. The master of this world was giving them the order of death!
The Black Dragon circled above the worm-eroded passage. The force field of this world was changing around him. The sea of gravity was rising, and he wantonly used his power. Every move he made caused violent waves. It was as if he was judging the demons, but also as if he was dancing.
When everything was done, the Black Dragon hovered above the worm-eroded passage. His wings and body formed a huge cross. His golden gaze focused on the thousands of demons as he softly said, "Gather."
Thunder roared, lightning flashed, and a storm appeared. Under the focus of Caesar's gaze, the irresistible source of gravity had already appeared and spread out in all directions. The earth's crust was lifted up layer by layer and swept towards the source of gravity. Even the clouds in the sky could not escape and were pulled into particles.
All matter and life rushed in that direction without any regard for their own safety.
Förcharik fell heavily to the ground. His powerful hind legs could no longer support his body. He seemed to be bound by an invisible net and dragged towards the end of his life.
"No!"
The Lord of the Abyss roared. His demon power surged. His huge eyes flowed with changing light. He raised his head forcefully and stared at the figure in the sky.
"I am the Chained King Förcharik. Only I can decide whether I live or die."
He roared. The demon chains appeared again and wrapped around Förcharik's body, helping him stand up in a spasming posture. "The worm-eroded passage is not my end!"
All the demons were drawn into the terrifying source of gravity. Only Fekalik was moving in the opposite direction. He resisted the supreme force and walked forward step by step. His face was covered in scarlet blood, and his expression was ferocious and terrifying.
He suddenly ran, roaring and madly running through the hurricane and dust storm. He used all the power he could muster and jumped high towards the Black Dragon. He let out a deafening roar and his claws flowed with fatal light.
Forget about killing Caesar. As long as he could injure Caesar, everything would end.
The Black Dragon stood in the void and darkness. His dark golden eyes were not moved. He looked at the Chained King who was about to pounce in front of him and grinned at him. He stretched out his hooked toe and touched him lightly.
"Goodbye," he said.
The gravitational force suddenly magnified. Förcharik could no longer move forward. His body was pulled until it was deformed. He froze in the air for a moment and then flew back at an even faster speed, crashing into the source of the gravitational force.
The impact shattered the Chained King's bones. Förcharik howled. It was not because of the pain, but because he could not struggle. The force behind him was firmly suppressing him, making it impossible for him to move.
In front of him, countless demon limbs, blades, and broken armor smashed into his body, turning into the tiniest powder. Under the influence of the gravitational force, these fine powder turned into countless sharp needles that pierced his body bit by bit.
Everything was turning into powder. The wind swept through and swept away everything. The worm-eroded passage was heading towards an irreversible destruction.
Förcharik could no longer make a sound.