Seal of God: Crossing the Snake Demon God, Devouring Evolution

Chapter 245: Insight into the Fall of the Demon God

"Check it out." Bai Meng gave a brief order with an icy tone and deep eyes. The cold light in his voice was like a frosty blade on a cold night, revealing the demons' natural vigilance and killing intention towards the strong humans.

Crossel nodded, then turned around and faced his own Demon Pillar.

The Demon Pillar seemed to have awakened from its deep sleep, and its eerie deep blue light spread out like ripples on the water.

The third eye on his forehead slowly opened, his dark blue pupils were like a deep abyss, and an invisible spiritual wave broke out like an arrow shot from a bow, piercing straight into the southeast fortress. It was invisible and intangible, but it carried a sharp edge, trying to penetrate An Lan's defenses and spy on the secrets deep in his soul.

An Lan was fighting on the city wall, swinging his sword to slay demons, when he suddenly felt as if his head was hit by a heavy hammer. The dizziness came over him like a tide, and that strange power seemed to be haunting him like a ghost.

But he was not to be trifled with. His eyes suddenly shone with golden light, just like the dawn. His sharp eyes turned into a real sharp blade, and with a "click", they shattered the blue light pattern into powder.

Now his mental strength is so strong that it is comparable to that of a ninth-level elite. How could he tolerate such an offense? He is like a towering giant that repels the provocation of an ant.

In the demon camp, Crossel exclaimed in surprise: "What a strong mental power!" He then closed his eyes and concentrated, using the power of the Demon Pillar to spy again.

After a while, he opened his eyes and reported: "This person is an eighth-level knight, with a spiritual power of more than 90,000, and an external spiritual power of 100,000. He is only thirty years old. He is truly a rare talent. If we allow him to grow, he will become a serious threat to our clan."

Bai Meng heard this, her beautiful eyes were filled with murderous intent, and she gave a cold order: "I will amplify you, and we must eliminate this hidden danger today!"

His tone was resolute and unquestionable, showing the demon's ruthlessness and decisiveness, and his zero tolerance for potential threats.

Crossel took the order and immediately chanted the spell. His voice was like a loud bell, shaking the tent. The Demon Pillar behind him responded, and its entire body became azure blue, as if it was submerged in the dark sea, and surging magic power roared and gathered.

Baimon flashed and stood in front of Crossel. He waved his hands and his martial energy burst out, transforming into an inky black curtain wall that covered the sky and the sun and enveloped the Demon Pillar.

Among them, the fallen angels were shadowy, their wings flapping, and black light was like an arrow, injected into the demon army. Demons below the seventh level benefited from this, and their strength soared. Demonic flames were blazing all over their bodies, and they charged forward with roars, and their offensive was like a tide.

Baimon hid in the black mist, and dark gold energy surged out from his palms, drilling into his thighs and arms like a spirit snake and injected into Crossell's body.

With this help, Crossel's spell chanting increased several times like heavy rain knocking on the window. The blue light of the Demon Pillar twisted like a mad python. A dark blue light broke through the wall and rushed straight to An Lan.

In an instant, An Lan felt as if he was being stared at by a prehistoric giant beast. He felt suffocated and his mental strength was impacted like a mountain, as if his soul was about to leave his body.

When Qiu Yonghao and other high-ranking officials on the city wall saw this, they turned pale and panicked, knowing that this was Crossel's specialty.

The "Insight and Divine Attraction Technique" is very powerful. Once An Lan is hit by it, he will be trapped in the devil's cave and face the beating of the eight great demons, which is very dangerous.

However, An Lan was not surprised but smiled instead, as if he had a wisdom in his hand. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his smile contained a mystery.

With a thought, he summoned the eternal melody. The artifact was summoned and a brilliant golden light burst out, just like the blazing sun. It instantly swallowed up and fused the dark blue light, turning it into a golden bond, and then devoured it along the original path.

The light extended, and in the blink of an eye, An Lan and Crossell disappeared at the same time, as if they were swallowed by the huge mouth of time and space.

Seeing this, Qiu Yonghao became extremely anxious. He swung out the giant sword in his hand, and the golden sword light spanned the air, trying to cut off the light, but he was a step too late. He could only watch the light disappear, helpless.

In the demon camp, Baimon witnessed Crossell disappearing out of thin air. His astonishment was beyond words. His beautiful eyes were wide open in disbelief, as if he had witnessed a fairy tale. He stood there in a daze, muttering to himself: "How could this be?" In an instant, ripples appeared in the space on the first floor of the Tower of Eternity, and the figures of Anlan and Crossell appeared.

Crossell's face was filled with shock, he was still in shock, his innate skills were out of control, the backlash force was like a raging wave, breaking through his meridians, a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining his clothes red, his body was tottering, like a broken ship in the stormy waves, in a miserable state.

The reason why Crossell was able to rank among the forty-ninth demon gods was due to his unique "Insight and Divine Spell", which allowed him to remotely see, lock onto, and teleport enemies, thus defeating them by surprise.

However, An Lan holds the Tower of Eternity, and absorbs soul energy far more than before. He has mastered it to perfection and is sure to break the impasse. He can use the power of the artifact to counterattack, turn the tide, shift the crisis, and drag Crossell into his own "home court."

Crosell pretended to be calm and said in a cold voice: "This place is weird. Send me back to the camp and I will spare your life. Don't make a mistake. There is a huge difference between the eighth level and the ninth level. You should know it."

After saying this, he held his head high and chest out, trying to use his realm to pressure others and find bargaining chips.

An Lan's expression was stern, like frost covering the blade of his sword: "Humph, spare your life? You are dreaming, today is the day you die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, An Lan's aura suddenly changed, and dark energy surged out like an ink tide. Although he was still at the peak of the eighth level, he exuded a majestic aura that surpassed the ninth level, as if the Dark Night Demon Lord had appeared in the world.

Upon seeing this, Crossell's heart and courage trembled, his two swords trembled, and he instinctively slashed out two black blades, like a black snake pouncing on its prey, and went straight for An Lan.

An Lan was not afraid. He swung the golden dragon spear across the sky. With a flash of light, the black blade shattered like a bubble. He swung his hand back and the golden blade of light suddenly rose up, like a giant axe that could split the sky, trying to split the void.

Crossel was startled and crossed his swords in a hurry to block. With two "cracks", the sharp blades broke, just like a dead branch meeting an axe, unable to withstand a single blow.

An Lan took advantage of the situation and rushed forward. His iron fist was wrapped in endless dark power, like a meteorite falling and hitting Crossell directly.

With a loud "bang", the demon's body smashed against the bronze wall like a kite with a broken string. The Tower of Eternity shook violently, as if beating the drum to cheer for this life-and-death game.

Once the battle started, it was a one-sided massacre. An Lan's offensive was like a storm, with punches hitting flesh. Every time he struck, the sound of Crossell's bones breaking could be heard. He screamed in agony, spitting blood, and looked extremely miserable. All his former glory as a demon god was wiped out, and he became a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

"Ah..." Crossel screamed and fell into madness. His third eye was bleeding and he felt excruciating pain, but he still waved the broken knife, trying to fight to the death like a trapped beast.

An Lan's eyes were as fast as lightning, and the dragon spear rose again. With a flash of cold light, it accurately pierced through his third eye and went straight through his skull. Crossell's tall body fell to the ground with a bang, raising a cloud of dust.

A crown of the demon god escaped and rushed around the hall, seemingly unwilling to be captured, and was finally taken by An Lan.

So far, An Lan has obtained five crowns of the Demon God and has made great contributions. In the past, he exchanged the gains from killing the Mirror Demon God for resources to help Wang Yuanyuan forge a magic weapon. Now the five crowns in his hands are like five shining stars, witnessing his demon-slaying achievements.

In the outside world, the atmosphere in the Southeast Fortress was tense. Both humans and demons were watching anxiously. One side was worried about the fall of the star of the future, while the other side was afraid that the demon god would be defeated.

Wang Yuanyuan's pretty face was pale, she bit her lips with her pearly teeth, and was filled with anxiety. Seeing this, Yi Jun comforted her: "Yuanyuan, don't worry, the captain is no longer the same as before, and he will be safe!"

His tone was firm, revealing his deep trust in An Lan.

Suddenly, a golden light appeared, and An Lan appeared with the crown of the devil. He switched to the physique of the god of light, and the light protected his body, as if a god had descended to earth.

(End of this chapter)