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Chapter 547 The Great Demon! Should I temporarily avoid his sharp edge? (Major Climax Chapter)

In the northern border of Middle-earth, in the forest of Arita.

A massive fissure stretched across the land, like an unhealable wound. The surrounding soil was already parched and cracked, with fissures spreading outwards. All the vegetation around had withered away.

Demons can now be seen everywhere around the rift.

The demons huddled together, tearing at each other with their claws and biting off pieces of flesh; lesser demons hovered in the air, waiting for an opportunity to swoop down and snatch limbs from the mouths of greater demons; berserkers pounded their chests, roaring as they charged into the fray, wielding their claws indiscriminately, friend or foe alike.

They growl and howl, pointing their knives or claws at their own kind, reveling in the thrill of killing each other.

The blood splattered on the cracked earth was absorbed in the blink of an eye.

call!call!call!
A strong wind swept by, and winter snowflakes fell softly from the sky.

White snowflakes fell on the demons, instantly melting from the heat emanating from their bodies into wisps of steam. But the snow fell heavier and heavier, and gradually, a thin layer of white began to accumulate on the demons' shoulders.

However, this still cannot conceal the increasingly intense abyssal aura.

The area with the strongest aura is directly in front of the rift.

A gigantic demon stood there.

He had wings on his back and his entire body was covered in rough, dark armor.

The armor didn't seem like an external object; it was like a layer of keratin that grew from his body, thick and hard, covered with fine patterns, as if it had been through countless battles.

A pair of thick, long arms hung down at his sides, ending in gleaming, sharp claws.

He had four pairs of curved horns on his head, starting from his forehead and extending to the back of his head. The two longest horns almost reached his shoulder blades. They were twisted and intertwined, like he was wearing a crown.

His eyes were deep purple, with jet-black pupils that seemed to devour all light.

Overall, this appearance is not distorted.

Compared to most bizarre demons, he is closer to the common person's impression of demons—the terrifying beings that appear in ancient legends and bedtime stories.

Demons of this appearance often occupy a place even in the most dangerous abysses.

Abaddon, the Demon Slayer.

He was once one of the most trusted great demons under the Lord of the Infernal Realm.

He commands an army of countless demons, a force to be reckoned with. Wherever his banners fly, even the fiercest demons tremble and grovel before him in awe.

While the lord slept, he stood above almost all demons.

For a long time, Abaddon acted as lord and ruled over the vast territory.

However.
The Holden Empire has arrived.

Those humans, those beings of the material world, dared to attack the abyss.

Their pioneering legions stormed into the abyss, advancing inch by inch with steel and magic. The spell arrays constructed by the spellcasters tore through the sky of the abyss, and the shield walls formed by the warriors crushed the mountains of demon corpses and seas of blood.

His base was captured, and his fortresses and strongholds collapsed.

His army was slaughtered, and he was captured, nailed to an iron frame, and displayed as a war trophy for decades.

Only a few decades.

For a great demon with a long lifespan, this time is not too long.

He could barely accept this failure.

After all, it's normal that even with all his strength, he was still no match for an immortal being from the material world.

If those so-called destinies are against me, rather than immortals.
Abaddon was confident that he would ensure the enemy's return.

At the same level, demons are stronger than the vast majority of races.

However, the anger and shame of having his body pierced, punctured, and suspended high above, enduring the scrutinizing and sizing gazes of the weak day and night, gnawed at his soul every single day.

Until, the king was awakened from his deep sleep.

The Demon King has awakened.

Humanity's immortals attempted to oppose the king, but were quickly and severely injured, and fled back to the material world in a sorry state.

Subsequently, the humans retreated in panic, allowing him to escape.

When he came down from the iron frame, the magic suppression was gone, and his wounds healed quickly, but the shame left an indelible scar in his heart.

Therefore, Abaddon vowed to attack the material world as soon as possible to create the conditions for the king's arrival.

Contrary to his expectations, he was plunged back into despair.

shame.

What a disgrace!
The series of defeats caused Abaddon to lose face.

In the abyss, for all demons, there are few chances of failure.

Failure means the loss of one's position.

A loss of status often means that death is not far away.

Abaddon could sense that the demon generals who had once groveled at his feet had begun to look at him differently because of his defeat. So, he was willing to lower himself and take great risks to come to the material world again.

He wanted to wash away the shame he had suffered.

He wanted to let those humans and the demons under his command know that the title of the Great Demon Slayer was not given lightly.

until today.

He's finally back.

Abbott took a deep breath, letting the snow-laden, chilly air fill his lungs.

"The material world".

"This is the material world."

The demon stretched out his arm and let the snowflakes fall into his palm.

Tiny white crystals lingered briefly on his dark skin before melting into a tiny droplet of water, which then evaporated in an instant, leaving only a faint coolness.

This is something that doesn't exist in the abyss.

Hmm. Maybe other abyssal layers have them, but the one where Abaddon is doesn't.

"Cold, damp, fragile."

He spoke in a low voice, then paused.

"But it's wonderful."

Abaddon closed his eyes and sensed everything around him.

The feeling of the wind brushing against my skin, the scent of the material world, the howls of lowly demons, and the increasingly dense abyssal aura.

He could feel his strength gradually returning.

It was a subtle feeling, like parched land absorbing moisture, and withered plants coming back to life.

The aura of the abyss seeped into his pores, flowed through his blood vessels, and filled every muscle, every bone, and every cell.

His strength is returning.

Although slow, it is indeed recovering.

Abaddon opened his eyes and looked at the demons around him.

Those inferior demons are still killing each other.

confusion.

Disorder.

Crazy.

This scene is enough to terrify any living being in the material world.

If any ordinary person were to accidentally wander into this place and witness this scene, they would probably suffer a mental breakdown on the spot.

But this is the norm in the abyss.

In the abyss, this is daily life, something countless demons have experienced.

Abaddon did not stop it.

This was formed because he allowed it to develop.

Demons kill each other; death, souls, and flesh are absorbed by the rift and transformed into abyssal energy.

This method of sacrifice is counterproductive and inefficient; it can only temporarily increase the concentration of the abyssal aura and cannot be maintained for long. However, for Abaddon, this is enough.

He was originally a great demon.

Once he recovers, he will not weaken as the concentration decreases. The energy he absorbed has been stored in his body and will not be lost due to the dissipation of the abyss aura.

As for those dead demons?
Abaddon's gaze swept across the battlefield, past the fallen corpses and the wounded who were still struggling.

We should feel honored to die for him.

"It's still too slow. Let them kill faster."

Abaddon raised his head slightly, his body radiating a dense demonic aura.

Wherever they went, the demons, who were killing each other, attacked each other even more fiercely, acting as if they were insane.

And so, time passed by gradually, accompanied by the howling wind and snow.

"You're here?"

Not long after, Abaddon raised his head and looked up at the sky.

A legendary life form is rapidly approaching.

He sensed those presences approaching from different directions at great speed, clearly coming at full speed.

"The creatures in this material world are not slow in their reaction speed."

"And is it only legends who are coming?"

Abbott narrowed his eyes slightly, deep in thought.

This time, they were cautious enough not to repeat the methods used in the previous war.

If the material beings are to recruit a large army and advance little by little, just like last time, then once they arrive, and more material beings die, delaying the process, I can basically fully recover to my original life level.

Unfortunately, the other side wasn't stupid.

"Alright."

Abaddon's eyes gleamed with bloodlust.

"Then let my legendary life and soul forge my great demonic body!"

However, he did not act immediately.

Now is not the time.

"All demon generals, prepare for battle!"

He commanded.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Figures, enveloped by the abyss's aura, soared into the sky, heading towards the approaching legend.

Among them, there are only three high-level demon generals, including the six-armed snake demon.

Last time, there were five.

The number and average quality of other demon generals have also decreased.

Competition in the Abyss is fierce, but the number of Demon Generals is also limited.

They don't appear out of thin air; they need time to grow and be tempered in battle, and they need to devour their own kind to advance.

The previous defeat resulted in heavy losses for Abaddon's demon generals.

This is also one of the important reasons why he is willing to go to the material world at any cost.

Unless you bow down to other great demons and ask them to send reinforcements, but that would mean admitting defeat, being inferior to them, and swallowing your pride.

Otherwise, relying solely on his current demon generals, it would be difficult for him to open a suitable rift passage.

Abaddon took a step back, his body merging into the abyssal energy gushing from the rift.

His figure became blurry, almost imperceptible, leaving only a pair of eyes coldly gazing at the sky.

Currently, the legends of the material world are unaware of their own state.

If they are being cautious, they might not immediately unleash their strongest forces, thus buying him more time to recover.

In the distance, numerous figures are rapidly approaching.

The leaders possessed the strongest auras; they were the Grand Legends. The auras following behind them were slightly weaker, but even the weakest were still legendary.

Abaddon narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the figures.

The legends from the east exuded a deep and weighty aura.

They were agile and swift, leaving afterimages in the air. The leader, in particular, had an extremely high life force, almost touching the threshold of destiny, and was a martial monk who had reached the limit of the crown rank.

To the south, a mage tower flew directly in.

It was a real mage tower, its surface covered with intricate magical patterns, and each floor shimmered with light.

At the highest point stands a Grand Spellcaster surrounded by magical aura.

She stood on the platform at the top of the tower, her robes fluttering in the wind, her magical energy surging so intensely it was almost tangible.

From the west came a giant dragon.

The three-headed blue dragon flew high in the sky in a triangular formation, stirring up thick dark clouds around it, with lightning flashing, thunder roaring, and storms raging.

Lightning flashed through the clouds, occasionally striking down and leaving a scorching scorch in the air. The storm howled and swirled, pulverizing all the surrounding snowflakes.

The leading ancient blue dragon was clearly a Grand Dragon.

His body was the largest, with the deepest scales, and each flap of his wings moved the entire cloud layer. The other two were also very close to the crown rank, just a hair's breadth away.

"A Grand Dragon, a Spellcaster, and a Monk close to Fate."

Abbott muttered to himself.

"Heh, not bad lineup."

His expression remained normal, showing no fear or tension.

Then, Abaddon turned and gazed to the north.

His gaze swept past the other legendary creatures and landed squarely on that imposing, black-and-red figure.

Red Emperor.

King of Aura, Crimson Emperor Azure Star, Undying Dragon, Lord of the North.
Galos Ignas.

Abaddon recognized the dragon.

it's him.

It was this damned red iron dragon that unleashed a devastating attack, turning the entire rift and fortress into dust. That attack even wounded itself, sending it flying back into the abyss.

Through his spies already infiltrated in Atlantis, he knew the dragon's name and title.

However, that's all.

As for other more specific skills, Abaddon, being a high-level demon, was too lazy to learn about them in detail.

In his view, how strong can a material dragon be?
Even if he could unleash that level of attack, so what?

Such attacks, which far exceed one's own limits and require a long period of preparation and numerous restrictions, are nothing more than tricks and gimmicks.

In real combat, the enemy won't give you time to prepare.

Abaddon stared blankly at the sky, making no move.

He is waiting.

Once these legends get close and the battle with the demon general begins, he can stall for every second he can, racing against time to recover as much as possible.

The abyssal aura continued to emanate, coiling around his body.

He could feel that his power was still slowly increasing. Although it was much weaker than in his prime, Abaddon was confident that he could sweep all others at the level of a high-level demon general.

After a while, once he has recovered a bit more, he will be able to make his move.

In the blink of an eye, the demon generals and the legends of the material world were already very close.

Battle is imminent.

The Grand Monk made the first move.

Without any hesitation or probing, he transformed his fist into a palm and thrust it out from several miles away.

A vast amount of solar energy surged from his body, solidifying into a giant hand in the air, red-hot like a branding iron. The hand was nearly a hundred meters in diameter, with clearly visible palm lines, and it seemed that each finger contained the power to flatten mountains.

The giant hand roared out and slammed into the iron-clad demon general charging at the front.

boom!
The Iron Cavalry Demon General brandished his weapon and traversed the sky.

With each stomp of its iron hooves, it left behind bursts of purple flames in the air. It roared as it met the giant hand, thrusting out its spear.

Guns clashed.

The shockwave spread in all directions, and the Iron Cavalry Demon General's body was violently shaken and blasted backward. However, it rolled a few times, regained its balance, and charged forward again.

The battle broke out.

The six-armed serpent demon wielded six arms, each holding a different weapon.

Her gaze flickered between the Crown of Magic and the Primordial Blue Dragon before she made her choice, facing the Crown of Magic from the Southern Region. All six arms swung simultaneously, the weapons drawing dense trails in the air.

Another demon general, a gigantic bewitching demon, charged towards the dragon horde to the west.

There are also many more ordinary demon generals.

The Berserker pounded its chest and roared as it charged toward its opponent; the Vulture Demon swooped down from the sky, its claws outstretched; the Thorn Spear Demon shook the spikes on its body, poised to strike.

They followed behind the high-ranking demon generals, swarming forward and engaging in fierce battle with the legends of the material world.

Magic and lightning flew together, and blades and claws danced side by side.

On the mage tower, light flashed, and spells shot out one after another. Lightning struck from the blue dragon's clouds, and storms howled.
The demons resisted fiercely.

Without a doubt, they were once again firmly suppressed and at a disadvantage.

Neither in quantity nor in quality can they compare to the legends of the Four Realms.

However, the demons fight incredibly fiercely.

Most of them are fearless and will bite even if their arms are cut off, or swing their claws at the last moment even if their chests are pierced.

Despite holding the advantage, the Four Realms Legend did not want to be dragged down with the demons and perish together.

Their fighting style was relatively conservative, proceeding step by step and steadily, without immediately gaining an overwhelming advantage.

Abaddon watched coldly.

well.

You played very well.

Let's just drag this out until I regain my strength.
Suddenly, the demon's gaze sharpened.

He saw the Red Emperor suddenly lower his eyes and glance in his direction.

This glance was brief and casual, as if it were an unintentional sweep.

But Abaddon could feel that gaze linger on him for a moment, and then the dragon spread its wings, its body ablaze with surging flames.

However, he did not charge at the other demon generals.

With a flap of its wings, the dragon soared into the sky.

Abaddon frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on the figure.

He saw that as the red iron dragon rose, its body began to change. Dragon energy surged out of its body, surging and shaping, condensing into a new form on its body, transforming into three heads and extending six arms.

A three-headed, six-armed fighting form.

Then, the Red Emperor opened his dragon mouth.

The three dragon mouths opened simultaneously, and dragon breath began to gather within them.

His six giant arms also began to come together in front of his chest, palms facing each other, as if to hold something up. Dragon energy and dragon breath gathered, compressed, and condensed into a dazzling ball of light between his palms.

Abaddon's pupils contracted slightly.

He had never seen this starting stance before.

When this dragon made its move last time, he was deep in the abyss rift and didn't see how the attack was launched. However, he had a strong feeling that he was almost certain of it.

That's the trick!
This is the strike!
When it is constructed and falls to the earth, in that instant, the world changes color, and the abyssal rifts are directly smoothed out.

Below, the fissure was still spewing breath.

The surging abyssal energy, the spreading demons, the demon generals still fighting—if this attack lands, everything will repeat itself.

All efforts were lost.

Abbott's breathing became heavy.

We can't delay any longer!
He knew he hadn't recovered much yet, and now wasn't the best time to act.

If he were given another hour of time, or even half an hour of time, he could recover some more. But now, if the Red Iron Dragon were to complete its construction again without hindrance, he would have no chance when that attack landed.

Besides
Our current situation is good enough.

Even if a Great Demon is downgraded, he is still a Great Demon. His essence has not changed; it's just that his life level hasn't caught up yet. He is confident that he can sweep away all Demon General-level material beings, it's just a matter of taking more time.

"Take care of this dragon first."

Abbott said in a low voice, his pupils reflecting the image of the red iron dragon.

"This time, I will not suffer the shame of defeat because of him again!"

"With his blood and dragon soul, I will reclaim my glory!"

The demon's pair of fleshy wings suddenly unfurled, and with a single flap, it soared into the sky.

The dark figure tore through the wind and snow, heading straight for the red iron dragon high in the sky.

Abaddon was extremely fast.

He was like a black lightning bolt, passing through the chaotic battle area in the blink of an eye. The legendary figures and demon generals who were fighting only felt a gust of wind pass by, and before they could react and make a move, his figure had already disappeared.

His claws shot out, locking onto the red iron dragon's heart.

If this strike hits, it can tear through his breastplate, pull out his heart, and kill him instantly.

Even more remarkably, the Red Iron Dragon is gathering a terrifying ball of energy.

At this moment, he was completely focused, his mind highly concentrated, and he poured all his energy into that ball of light.

Attacks like these, which push beyond one's limits and require a long preparation time, are most vulnerable to being interrupted.

Once interrupted, the energy will go out of control and backfire on itself. Without him even lifting a finger, the dragon will blast itself into serious injury. At that point, he only needs to add a claw strike to easily take the dragon's life.

Nearly.

closer.

Abaddon could now clearly see the patterns on the Red Iron Dragon's scales and the expressions on its three faces.

It's now!

The demon accelerates, heading straight for its target.

Suddenly, the red iron dragon lowered its head, and six eyes on its three dragon faces looked at it at the same time. Then, one of the dragon mouths opened and revealed a smile.

Abbott felt a sudden sense of unease.

That smile is off.

He saw that the six giant arms of the red iron dragon, which were closing together, suddenly changed their trajectory.

They stopped gathering energy and suddenly pushed him away.

The half-finished sphere slipped from my hand.

It is not a complete form; its energy is not yet condensed enough, its shape is not regular enough, and cracks are even spreading on its surface. It tumbles in the air, the cracks becoming denser and larger, and it may collapse at any moment.

However, it is still a mixture of dragon energy and dragon breath compressed to the extreme.

It possesses extremely strong power.

Abaddon's pupils contracted slightly, revealing a hint of apprehension.

In an instant, he slightly turned his body to the side, changing his flight trajectory to avoid being hit head-on.

Abaddon reacted quickly and extremely fast.

Even though he had rushed very close, he still managed to dodge the ball of light that was thrown straight at him. However, before Abaddon could even rejoice, the half-complete ball of light exploded behind him.

boom!
The dazzling light instantly engulfed everything.

Destructive energy swept in all directions, and the shockwave swept away the surrounding clouds.

The air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek. Space trembled, and tiny cracks appeared. Even the sound was drowned out by the violent explosion, leaving only a buzzing ringing in the ears.

Abaddon was not hit directly.

However, he was too close and was thrown away by the shockwave.

The demon tumbled through the air a dozen times before finally managing to steady itself by flapping its bat wings.

When he stopped, several charred marks were visible on his dark armor, and tiny cracks spread across the keratin layer on his chest like a spider web, but no blood flowed and the wounds were not deep.

He looked down at his chest.

Then he raised his head and looked into the distance.

The red iron dragon hovered high in the air.

He showed no signs of suffering a backlash. His three heads were held high, his six arms hung at his sides, and three pairs of dragon eyes, gleaming with a strange light, were looking at him with a hint of amusement.

"Your eyes."

Abaddon spoke, his voice hoarse: "So you found me all along. No wonder you retaliated so quickly."

He could sense that his disguise had been exposed.

"This is getting interesting."

"But that's all there is to it."

The crack on the demon's chest is healing rapidly, the stratum corneum is regenerating, and the charred marks are falling off.

He grinned, a sinister smile.

Then he flapped his wings and flew forward until he was on the same horizontal line as the red iron dragon, about a mile away.

High in the sky, strong winds and snowflakes swept through.

Two figures faced each other in mid-air.

On one side was a dark, powerful demon.

He had two wings on his back, and four pairs of horns twisted like a crown, forming a ferocious crown on his head. His bat wings, when spread, obscured a small patch of sky.
One side is a black and red three-headed dragon.

With three heads held high and six arms hanging down, it looked like a creature from mythology.

At first glance, none of them seem to be products of this world.

Below, the battles between other legends and demon generals continue.

The light of magical explosions, the flashes of lightning, the muffled thuds of fists clashing, the roars of demons, and the cries of humans could be faintly heard.

But those sounds seemed to be isolated in another world, distant and indistinct.

The legendary and high-ranking demon generals glanced upwards a few times.

They saw the two figures facing off, but immediately looked away, showing no intention of interfering. In fact, the Grand Masters on the material side slightly eased their offensive, not in a hurry to end the battle.

"The Great Demon of the Abyss?"

Across from them, the dragon's voice rang out, tinged with surprise and doubt.

Abbott grinned.

"Good taste."

He raised his ferocious head, stretched out his arms and wings, as if embracing the material world, embracing the impending battle.

"This is our second contact."

He introduced himself as "Abaddon, the Great Demon of Slaughter under the Lord of the Infernal."

"Although we are not at our peak right now, we are more than capable of breaking down your resistance."

Abaddon stared at the red iron dragon with a disdainful look.

"Come on, little dragon of the material world."

He extended his sharp claws and beckoned towards the red iron dragon.

"Let me see what else you're capable of besides conjuring up an incredibly powerful attack."

"I hope you can surprise me and give me some fun, and I will enjoy your pain and wailing."

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of jagged fangs, and continued, "Or, let's start running now."

“I will give you a chance to escape, let you run first, and then slowly chase you until you have nowhere to retreat, until you desperately realize that you can't escape my grasp no matter what.”

After he finished speaking, he waited.

Wait for the dragon to show an expression of fear or tension.

Any normal material being would react this way upon hearing the name "Great Demon of the Abyss." It is an instinct etched deep in the soul, a mark left by the abyss's repeated invasions of the material world.

Hong Tielong was silent for a second.

Then he smiled.

A smile appeared on all three dragon faces at the same time.

That smile contained surprise, relief, and something Abaddon couldn't understand.

"A mere demon."

The dragon raised its head, its voice echoing like thunder rolling across the sky.

Abaddon's gaze darkened: "What did you say?"

He asked.

Red Iron Dragon slowly spoke, each word crystal clear: "A mere Great Demon dares to make me flee, to make me avoid your sharp edge?"

Abbott's eyes widened.

mere trifles?

It's nothing!

He is the Demon of Slaughter! He was once the most trusted general under the Lord of the Infernal Hell! He was a being who struck fear into the hearts of countless beings in the material world!
Even if he is demoted, even if he is no longer at his peak, he is still a terrifying incarnation that emerged from the abyss!
How dare this dragon say "merely"?
"you!"

Before Abaddon could even utter a roar, Red Iron Dragon continued speaking with a chuckle.

"That attack just now was only half-finished. You had to dodge even that half-finished product, and then you still swaggered around in front of me?"

The dragon shook its head, and the smiles on its three faces widened, carrying a clear hint of mockery.

"Oh."

"Big Demon?"

"I think that's all there is to it. Your words just now are like the barking of a wild dog to my ears."

Abaddon's face contorted.

The demonic energy around him surged violently, and the purple light became violent, turning the surrounding sky into a murky mess. Snowflakes that fell into that area were instantly evaporated and dissipated into steam.

Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?

Abbott's voice was squeezed out from deep in his throat.

You did it!

"But you will regret it!"

Abaddon let out a low growl and his magical wings flapped violently.

His massive body charged toward the Red Iron Dragon once more, moving at incredible speed. His dark figure left a trail of afterimages in the air, his claws tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.

Opposite them, the Red Iron Dragon spread its six arms and raised its three heads, charging straight at them without showing any weakness.

Nearly.

closer.

When you are highly focused, time seems to slow down.

As he drew closer, Abaddon revealed a silent smile, his previous angry expression vanishing.

Between the four pairs of horns, purple lightning crackled and then surged throughout his body.

Wherever the lightning passed, muscles bulged, bones grew, and armor thickened.

Abaddon's body began to swell.

As the purple demonic energy swept across his body, the dark horny armor thickened and grew at a visible rate.

New stratum corneum emerges from under the skin, covering the old one to form a thicker protective layer. The muscles all over the body bulge wildly, every muscle fiber taut, brimming with explosive power.

His bat wings spread out, increasing his wingspan by several meters.

The wingtip spurs became longer and sharper, resembling two curved spears.

His claws grew thicker and more curved, with raised bases and sharper tips. The four pairs of horns on his forehead also grew, becoming thicker and more twisted, intertwining with each other, like a real crown taking shape on his head.

The battle form of the Demon Slayer.

Demon Mountain State.

Even if he is downgraded, even if he is no longer at his peak, he is still a being that makes countless creatures tremble.

Abaddon grinned, revealing a mouthful of jagged fangs, and breathed heavily, with purple demonic energy gushing from his mouth and nose with each breath.

Then, he saw it.

The dragon opposite is also changing.

Golden lightning burst forth from the Red Iron Dragon's body, coiling around his three heads and six arms with crackling sounds, growing denser and stronger, forming a golden electric net around him. Crimson flames rose from beneath his scales, scorching and distorting the surrounding air, enveloping his entire body.

His body was also growing rapidly.

The dragon's scales grew thicker, their edges glowing a fiery red like a branding iron.

Crimson lotus-like patterns spread across the scales, starting from the chest, extending to the limbs, the neck, and the head, eventually covering the entire body, as if streaks of flame were flowing across his body.

All three pairs of dragon eyes lit up simultaneously, their gazes piercing.

Originally around fifty meters long, its length was forcibly increased to sixty or seventy meters under the influence of golden lightning and crimson flames.
It's still rising.

It was majestic and imposing, in no way inferior to the body of a great demon.

When they get close, both of them simultaneously transform into their combat forms.

Abaddon's right claw struck first.

This claw strike was devoid of any fancy moves; it was pure power and speed that tore through the air, creating five dark cracks and briefly ripping apart space.

The red iron dragon's left head suddenly turned, and two of its six arms rose up at the same time.

boom!
The moment the claws collided with the arm, a visible shockwave erupted from the point of impact.

The air was compressed into a solid mass, spreading in all directions to form a circular shockwave. Wherever it passed, the surrounding snow and wind were swept away, and the clouds were torn apart to reveal the gray sky behind.

Abaddon's claws pierced the red iron dragon's forearm.

At the same time, the dragon's arm was pressed down and sank, but
His attack was blocked.

"Such immense power!"

Abaddon was startled.

He could feel the immense power contained within the dragon's claws, which was resisting his own claws.

Although he is weaker than him, he is still a great demon! He also possesses the power of demons, which can enhance his strength.

At the same level, his strength attribute surpasses that of most dragons. He once tore apart the wings of an ancient dragon with his bare hands and smashed the head of a giant with a single punch.

Strength is one of his sources of pride.

However, he has not yet gained a decisive advantage.

In that instant, Abaddon noticed the Red Iron Dragon's gaze.

There was a clear hint of surprise in his voice.

They seemed surprised, surprised that their own strength was at a disadvantage.

What makes you so surprised?!

Abbott felt a sense of absurdity.

At the same time, he keenly noticed that the dragon's other arms closed up like Venus flytraps, reaching out to grab him from different angles, trying to block his escape route.

The massive mouth of the central head opened, and scorching dragon breath gathered within, ready to erupt at any moment.

Abaddon growled.

His left wing suddenly flapped, and his body rolled to the side.

The dragon's breath grazed his shoulder, scorching the horn armor on his shoulder until it glowed red-hot and sizzled, but at the same time, his left claw was already reaching for the red iron dragon's chest.

Red Iron Dragon lowered his other two arms, blocking in front of him.

The claws collided with the arm again.

But this time, Abaddon's right claw was still embedded in the red iron dragon's forearm.

He pulled suddenly.

Stab it!

Large pieces of dragon scales and flesh were forcibly torn off, scales flew everywhere, flesh and blood gushed out like a spring, landing on Abaddon's body.

call!
Blood flames ignited.

The dragon's blood fell on him and instantly ignited, burning him and causing waves of stinging pain.

Abaddon frowned slightly, and had to spare a wisp of his spirit to control the demonic energy, enveloping the blood flames and suppressing and extinguishing them.

On the other side, the dragon seemed oblivious to the pain.

His dragon blood was still flowing, but he did not back down.

Six dragon arms swung out simultaneously, two clenched into fists, two into claws, and two joined together like knives, attacking Abaddon's head, chest, abdomen, back, and wings from six different angles.

"You cannot bridge the fundamental gap between us."

Abaddon neither dodged nor avoided.

His demonic wings suddenly folded shut, protecting him.

Shield of Darkness!

At the same time, a layer of deep, dark light enveloped him. The light was as black as ink and as deep as an abyss, as if it had absorbed all the light around it. It formed an oval shield that completely enveloped Abaddon.

Bang bang bang bang!

All six shots hit simultaneously.

Dense cracks appeared on the black shield.

Cracks started spreading from the point of impact, instantly covering the entire surface of the shield, and then, crack!

The shield shattered into countless black fragments, which spun in the air and then transformed into a black wave that swept back towards the Red Iron Dragon.

Hong Tielong's body trembled violently.

Six dents or lacerations suddenly appeared on his body.

The shape and location of these wounds were exactly the same as the six blows he had just delivered to the shield. Dragon scales flew, flesh and blood tore apart, blood gushed out, leaving behind a scene of devastation.

The Shield of Darkness can absorb and store damage, and reverse it when it breaks.

Abaddon was unharmed.

He stood behind the shattered shield, looking at the wounds on the Red Iron Dragon's body, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Immediately, he charged at the red iron dragon again.

Sizzle sizzle.

Once again, lightning-like demonic energy surged between his horns, sweeping across his entire body, and his physical form changed once more wherever it passed.

As the muscles compress, the individual muscle fibers bulge out like steel wires, becoming even tighter.

Its body became longer and more streamlined, and even its head became sharper, presenting a perfect streamlined shape. Two new pairs of magical wings condensed on its back, making a total of three pairs of magical wings, in addition to the original pair.

Shadow Form!
At this moment, his speed will reach its maximum.

Moreover, he can inherit the power of his previous Mountain form based on his own characteristics, retaining a portion of it and integrating it into this new form.

He mainly uses these two combat styles.

However, after a certain period of preparation, they can be switched during battle, and each time they switch, they can temporarily inherit some of the attributes of the previous state.

With each battle, its power grows stronger.

This is the fighting style of the demon Abaddon who slaughtered the monster.

"Taste my claws!"

Abaddon let out a low growl and circled the red iron dragon rapidly.

His figure left countless afterimages in the air, and his demonic wings flapped at the same time, making him reach the extreme speed. He attacked from all directions, each strike was fast and ruthless, and each claw was aimed at vital points.

Hong Tielong is doing its best to cope.

Three pairs of eyes, 360 degrees with no blind spots, six arms, simultaneously dealing with attacks from multiple directions. His three heads constantly rotate, capturing Abaddon's figure, and his six arms swing, blocking attacks from all directions.

However, Abaddon was too fast.

Even if Red Iron Dragon could detect his attack trajectory, it wouldn't have time to completely block it.

Tear!

A gash was torn open on the side of my left leg.

Click!

It took a claw to hit its right shoulder, and its scales shattered.

puff!

A long gash was cut open in his abdomen, and blood gushed out.

Red Iron Dragon's body was covered in more and more wounds.

Blood gushed from all sides, staining his scales red.

But he did not back down or wail; he simply fought silently, parrying and counterattacking.

"Shoot him on the head first."

Abaddon made his decision.

The countless afterimages suddenly disappeared.

His figure solidified from the countless afterimages, and he raised his right claw, aiming straight for the giant dragon's head.

Red Iron Dragon raised his two arms to block, and his third arm countered from the side, grabbing at Abaddon's waist.

Abaddon dodged it as if he had teleported.

His body spun in the air, and his left claw followed up with a strike, still aiming for the head.

Tear!

The dragon arm that was blocking slowed down for a second.

The dragon's head was grazed by sharp claws.

Although it avoided a direct confrontation, the claws still managed to slash the dragon's cheek, causing blood to gush out and flow down its face.

Abaddon was about to give chase when the two heads of the Red Iron Dragon, one in the middle and one on the right, simultaneously unleashed dragon breath.

Two blazing beams of light swept across, intensely hot, igniting the air wherever they passed and leaving a trail of burning light.

Abaddon stepped back.

He flapped his magical wings and retreated rapidly, avoiding the direct impact of the dragon's breath. Then, he drew an arc in the air and charged forward again.

The red iron dragon roared.

His body suddenly spun around, and a pair of giant wings swept across the demon like blades.

Abaddon retreated again.

The giant wing grazed past his body, missing its target.

The demon looked down at its claws.

His claws were covered in dragon blood, and crimson flames licked at him.

He shook his head, and demonic energy surged out, extinguishing the blood flames.

Then the demon raised its head and looked at the red iron dragon.

The wounds on Hong Tielong's body are healing rapidly.

Muscles twitch, bones grow, skin covers, and scales regrow. Although the process isn't particularly fast, healing and recovery are indeed underway.

Abbott grinned.

"regeneration?"

He spoke up, saying, "You're more resilient than I thought."

"That's fine too, I'll really enjoy the process of skinning you alive."

Hong Tielong did not respond.

He simply hovered silently in the air, all three pairs of eyes fixed on Abaddon.

The dragon's head in the middle suddenly raised, its eyes turning a deep, rich blood red. Then, the other two pairs of eyes also turned the same blood red.

His body swelled up again.

The golden lightning intensified, and the crimson aura grew stronger, but on top of that, there was a new layer—a layer of crimson light that surged from the depths of his body, covering the surface of his scales.

The dragon's aura suddenly surged.

"Ok?"

Abbott frowned slightly.

The dragon's aura suddenly surged to a new level, and it continued to rise slowly, as if something was awakening within its body.

"His combat power is still increasing?"

Abbott was surprised.

On the other side, the dragon's gaze was entirely fixed on the demon.

Three pairs of blood-red dragon eyes, six eyes in total, were all fixed on Abaddon.

Then he spoke.

"Come."

"Again!"

He said his voice was hoarse like a rolling stone, carrying an undisguised fighting spirit.

"Just a death throes!"

Abaddon suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.

With a flap of his demonic wings, his streamlined, shadowy form transformed into a bolt of black lightning once more, hurtling towards the Red Iron Dragon at an even faster speed.

The battle has begun again.

Abbott's speed still gives him an advantage.

His claws, the edges of his bony wings, and even the tip of his tail became deadly weapons, launching a storm of attacks from all directions. Each attack was aimed at the relatively weak joints, wounds, or blind spots in the Red Iron Dragon's defenses.

His attacks were like a storm, relentless and enveloping the dragon completely.

However, the Red Iron Dragon has also clearly become stronger.

He kept up with Abaddon's attack rhythm.

Three pairs of blood-red dragon eyes captured the demon's every move. His six arms blocked, parried, and counterattacked. Moreover, his counterattacks began to become effective.

laugh!
Abaddon tore open the Red Iron Dragon's ribs with a single claw, tearing up large chunks of flesh and blood.

His claws pierced deep into the muscle, carving out a deep wound from which blood gushed out, burning his demonic claws.

Almost simultaneously, Red Iron Dragon extended an arm poised to strike, its fingertips wreathed in highly compressed dragon energy, condensed to the point of being tangible and moving with lightning speed, stabbing fiercely at the opening exposed by Abaddon's attack.

Abaddon turned to the side.

The dragon's claws grazed his armor, carving a deep crack in the hard horn armor, stretching from his ribs to his chest, from which blood flowed and dripped into the snowstorm high in the sky.

"This guy's speed and reaction time have both improved."

Abaddon pondered this in his heart.

This was his first real injury.

In previous battles, he was the one who injured the enemy and enjoyed the thrill of the hunt.

But now, the dragon is starting to hurt him.

"However, this should be his last act of resistance."

The demon snorted and twisted its body in mid-air to avoid the red iron dragon's sweeping tail.

Before Abaddon could attack again, Red Iron Dragon turned around.

His body spun in the air, his giant arm sweeping across and forcing the demon back. At the same time, his dragon head suddenly opened its mouth, spewing out dragon breath.

Three blazing beams of light swept across in a fan shape, blocking his escape route.

Abaddon gave a cold laugh.

His body twisted and folded in the air, passing through the gaps in the dragon's breath with incredible agility and skill.

The scorching dragon breath grazed his body, burning the edges of his armor red-hot, but he paid no heed.

He closed in, his right claw aimed straight for the red iron dragon's neck.

Red Iron Dragon raised its two dragon arms to block.

At the moment of impact, Abaddon's left claw had already attacked from below. His body shrank and twisted in the air, and his left claw stabbed out from the blind spot, fiercely stabbing towards the Red Iron Dragon's abdomen.

puff!

The demon's claws pierced into flesh and blood.

His claws pierced through scales, tore through muscle, and penetrated deep into the abdominal cavity. Abaddon ripped out chunks of flesh and blood. Blood and bits of flesh fell from his fingers, splattering onto the ground below.

Red Iron Dragon's face was as hard as steel.

His expression remained unchanged despite the pain, as if the wound wasn't on his own body. At the same time, two other massive arms slammed down on Abaddon.

boom!boom!
The attack hit its mark squarely.

Abaddon's horny armor dented.

Two deep cavities were imprinted on his chest and shoulders, cracks spreading outwards. He felt a sharp pain, and his bones groaned.

But a fierce glint suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Ignoring his injuries, his claws dug into the red iron dragon's scales again, the claws leaving deep grooves in the scales, from which blood gushed.

Blood and flames splattered.

Red Iron Dragon raised his arm again.

His six arms moved simultaneously: two to block, two to attack, and two to clamp down on Abaddon's neck like iron pincers.

"Is this guy stupid, or is he really fearless?"

Abaddon's body blurred into a streak as he retreated rapidly, his demonic wings flapping wildly to create distance.

He looked down at the wounds on his body.

He raised his head again and looked at the red dragon opposite him, which was covered in blood and wounds, yet whose aura was becoming increasingly dangerous.

Not right.

This giant dragon seems to be quickly adapting to its speed.

At first, he couldn't keep up with his own movements and could only passively take hits, but now he can track his movements and launch effective counterattacks.

Moreover... the more injured you are, the more ferocious your attacks become?

No, it's not just sharp.

His attributes are improving in every aspect.

Speed, strength, reaction, defense—he gets stronger every minute, as if being injured is not a weakening factor for him, but rather a kind of stimulus.

"Interesting...how interesting!"

Abaddon licked his lips, his eyes filled with not only murderous intent but also a hint of excitement at discovering a new and exciting prey.

"I haven't met a creature like you in a long time."

"Let's see how long you can hold out!"

He charged forward at high speed once more, his body transforming into black lightning, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air. Lightning crackled between his horns, and purple demonic energy surged through his entire body.

Demon Mountain State!
His body swelled and grew larger again.

The muscles bulged as if inflated, every muscle fiber taut, brimming with explosive power.

The horny armor thickened, becoming a heavy, sturdy suit of armor. The streamlined body regained its majestic, mountain-like form, with broad shoulders, a thick back, and arms as thick as giant pillars.

After switching, his speed decreased slightly, but it was still much faster than at the beginning.

Some of the agility of the Shadow Form was retained and superimposed on this new form.

His strength and defense have been terrifyingly amplified.

"Now, I'll crush you!"

Abaddon roared and charged at the Red Iron Dragon with the most savage posture, its claws outstretched and brought together with unstoppable force, slamming down fiercely!

Red Iron Dragon raised all six arms and crossed them to block.

boom!
This impact was more severe than any before.

A visible shockwave erupted from the point of impact, spreading in all directions and completely tearing apart the few remaining clouds in the sky. Even the legends who were fighting fiercely in other areas felt a chill and all spared a sliver of their attention to look in the direction of the Red Emperor and the Great Demon.

Red Iron Dragon grunted.

The six arms creaked under the strain.

His imposing and robust body was forced backward, his scales cracking open in large areas, and blood flames gushed out like a spring, staining the sky beneath his feet red.

Abaddon pressed his advantage.

He roared, braving the scorching flames of the red iron dragon, and rammed his massive demon head into the dragon's arms, knocking away all the defensive arms.

Blood flames burned on the demon's body, but he paid no attention.

"Die!"

Abaddon's right arm muscles were stretched to their limit, every muscle fiber was taut, and all the blood vessels were bulging.

Then, the claws came together, and demonic energy surged from the palm, condensing into a cold, black point of light at the tip of the claws, containing power enough to pierce through everything.

He stabbed fiercely into the chest of the red iron dragon.

puff!

His chest, covered with thick dragon scales and strong muscles, was pierced inch by inch by Abaddon's attack, which was at its peak power at this moment!
A pitch-black demonic claw pierced through his chest and emerged from his back.

The claws pierced through flesh and blood, through bones, through all obstacles, and finally grasped a heart that was still beating slightly.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Abaddon grinned cruelly and gleefully as he shattered the dragon's heart. Then, he looked directly into the dragon's eyes and uttered a low, solemn declaration.

"Look, this is what resists the abyss."

He paused abruptly before he could finish speaking.

"Not dead?"

He saw that the red iron dragon, its chest pierced and heartless, still had its three pairs of blood-red dragon eyes staring intently at him.

Then, the red iron dragon raised its dragon arms to him.

The next instant, a suction force suddenly erupted from the center of the Red Iron Dragon's broken body.

call!
On the battlefield below, the demons who were fighting suddenly froze.

From them, from the corpses of those dead demons, life essence was forcibly stripped away, flowing wildly towards the red iron dragon high in the sky like rivers flowing into the sea.

Not only that.

Abaddon, whose claws were aimed at him, also felt a sense of being pulled away.

He felt his life energy draining uncontrollably from his body. Under the dragon's claws, strands of life essence were forcibly extracted from his body and flowed towards the red iron dragon.

They poured into the huge hole in Red Iron Dragon's chest and into all the wounds all over his body.

Then, at the edge of the hole in Red Iron Dragon's chest, granulation tissue grew wildly at a visible speed, intertwining and entwining, attempting to close the wound and regenerate the internal organs.

His wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His breathing was recovering at an astonishing speed.

"damn it!"

Abaddon was both shocked and furious.

He tried to pull his arm back.

However, Red Iron Dragon's body was tightening its muscles; the regenerating granulation tissue and contracting muscle fibers were gripping his arm tightly, preventing him from pulling away instantly.

Boom boom boom boom!

As he tried to pull his arm away to avoid the attack, under the watchful eyes of the Red Iron Dragon, bursts of flames exploded out of thin air, landing on his head and causing him to feel dizzy, bleed profusely, and have a ringing in his ears.

At the same time, Red Iron Dragon's six arms suddenly rose up.

They gripped Abaddon's arm tightly, their claws digging into his armor and muscles, making it impossible for him to break free.

Then, the dragon opened all three of its mouths at the same time.

Dragon's Breath!

A blazing beam of light erupted from almost point-blank range.

The crimson light was dazzling, and it all blasted onto Abaddon.

boom!
Abaddon finally pulled his arm out.

He yanked hard, pulling his arm out of the red iron dragon's body, bringing with it large chunks of flesh and bone fragments. However, his body was also hit by the dragon's breath, and the powerful impact sent him flying backward, tumbling through the air.

Under the scorching heat of the dragon's breath, his chest, abdomen, face... were covered with large wounds.

His body was charred and grotesque, his skin and flesh torn open, revealing the bloody and mangled flesh beneath. Large pieces of his horny armor were also broken off, peeling away from his body and drifting in the wind.

The demon's body is extremely tough.

However, being attacked by dragon's breath like that inevitably resulted in serious damage.

Abaddon's chest heaved violently as he looked up at the other side.

Blood flames billowed, burning around the red iron dragon and soaring into the sky.

Six arms in place, three heads held high.

It seems that he is even more powerful than Patton.

"good very good."

Abaddon felt the pain in his body, his expression grim.

"Your heart isn't your weakness? Then I'll tear you to pieces!"

He charged at the Red Iron Dragon once again.

Red Iron Dragon takes on the challenge.

The two figures collided wildly high in the sky.

Each collision unleashed a deafening roar, with shockwaves spreading outwards in concentric circles, tearing apart the surrounding wind and snow and causing the sky to tremble.

Their figures sometimes intertwined, sometimes separated, and sometimes stretched out long trails in the air.

Blood was spilling, flesh was flying, and scales and armor were shattering.

Abaddon switched to Shadowform again.

His speed increased dramatically, his body becoming countless afterimages as he attacked Red Iron Dragon from all directions.

On Hong Tielong's body, the wounds became more numerous and deeper. In some places, the white bones were visible, and in others, the flesh was almost completely removed, leaving only bones and fascia.

But he was still fighting, though he seemed to be struggling.

Finally, the Great Demon seized the opportunity.

He charged almost in a straight line, using his back to withstand the Red Iron Dragon's attack.

The red iron dragon's two arms slammed into his back, shattering his armor and leaving him a bloody mess, but he didn't stop and rushed into the red iron dragon's embrace.

A pair of demonic arms reached out and pierced the dragon's body from both sides.

The claws pierced through the scales and muscles, emerging from the other side.

"die!"

He roared, the muscles and veins on his arms bulging and tearing to the sides.

Stab it!

The red iron dragon's body was forcibly torn in two.

On the left and right, the two halves of his body were held in the Great Demon's claws, blood raining down and drenching Abaddon's body. Blood flames ignited, scorching his body, but he was enjoying the taste of victory and didn't care at all.

The demon raised its arms and roared to the sky.

"Victory! Belongs to! Aba!"

The sound stopped abruptly again.

Alarm bells rang loudly in the demon's heart.

Whoohoo!
Dragon breath surged from the dragon's mouth, shooting towards him, while his claws, wings, and tail retaliated fiercely at the same time.

Moreover, each strike carries an extreme level of lethality far exceeding that of the previous ones.

Abaddon was caught off guard and struck head-on by the dragon's breath, his claws breaking free from the dragon's body.

The two halves of the body broke free of their restraints and fell toward the earth.

During the fall, the two halves of the body seemed to be pulled together by invisible threads, rapidly closing inward.

The broken bones automatically splice together, with new bone spurs extending from the break and interlocking with each other.

The torn muscle fibers intertwined and reconnected, one by one, the blood vessels reopened, blood began to flow, the skin covered the wound, and scales grew back.

The terrible wound healed at a speed that defied all reason.

Halfway down the fall, the Red Iron Dragon still had huge, patched-up wounds on its body.

But he opened his eyes.

Six eyes, still blood red.

"Roar!"

Although he appeared to be half-dead, his presence made Abaddon feel a sense of danger.

It is stronger, more intense, and more dangerous than before.

"Does getting closer to death actually make you stronger?"

Abaddon's eyes flashed like lightning as he stared intently at the dragon.

He roughly figured out its fighting style.

This is a monster that grows stronger with each battle and is reborn from the ashes of death.

He could also see that the dragon was just barely holding on; its cobbled-together body and barely healed wounds indicated that it was nearing its limit.

"sucker Punch."

Abaddon whispered, "How much longer can you hold on? Prepare for your death!"

The demon swooped down, while the red iron dragon soared upwards against the sky.

Fists and claws clashed, creating a thunderous explosion.

Red Iron Dragon's attacks were like a tsunami, one wave higher than the next.

Each of his attacks was stronger, faster, and more ruthless than the last, his six massive arms spinning like windmills, attacking Abaddon from every angle.

Abaddon was able to withstand the dragon's fierce onslaught.

His experience, skill, and powerful physical attributes enabled him to withstand the onslaught of attacks.

But each collision caused his arm to go numb, his demonic energy to be constantly depleted, and the wounds on his body to increase rapidly. Layers of his keratinous armor peeled away, revealing his scarred body underneath.

But a great demon is a great demon.

He is the Great Demon of Slaughter, having experienced countless life-or-death battles and faced numerous powerful enemies.

Abaddon has once again amassed enough strength.

Switch modes.

boom!
His body swelled up dramatically.

The power of the Demon Mountain form, the agility of the Demon Shadow form.

His demonic claws shot out, piercing through the Red Iron Dragon's abdomen and tearing it open, leaving a huge wound. However, the Red Iron Dragon's counterattack was not slow either, with its two dragon claws slamming into his chest and ribs.

boom!boom!
The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.

Abaddon could feel that his bones were broken, not just one, and the broken bone fragments were piercing his internal organs, bringing waves of excruciating pain.

He was blasted away.

His body tumbled in the air, his demonic wings flapping, before he could barely steady himself.

Abaddon's horny armor was almost completely shattered, large pieces of it peeling off, and his skin was torn, revealing the bulging, blood-red muscles underneath, covered in wounds, some so deep that the bone was visible.

But once he regained his balance, he didn't rush to attack.

He hovered in the air, panting heavily, looking at the red iron dragon opposite him.

The red iron dragon's body was teetering on the verge of collapse.

He had a huge penetrating wound in his abdomen, from which blood and internal organs flowed. His scales were almost completely shattered, his flesh was a bloody mess, and his breathing was weak and disordered, like a candle flickering in the wind.

"Ha, it's over."

Abaddon spoke calmly and slowly.

"In my long career, I have encountered countless opponents, but you, the dragon of red and iron, have left an impression on me that is among the best."

"This will be your honor."

He could sense that the dragon's life force was fading like a candle flickering in the wind.

That outburst just now was his final act of self-immolation.

That level of attack, that reckless madness, would inevitably exhaust his last bit of strength.

Sure enough, the already battered body of the red iron dragon suddenly stiffened.

His movements ceased, his six arms hung limply, swaying weakly, his three heads bowed, his dragon mouth slightly open, yet unable to utter a sound.

Then, the light in his eyes went out.

As if all support had been removed, the massive dragon body swayed slightly, and then, like a puppet with its strings cut, it plummeted toward the earth below.

"finally……"

Abbott murmured.

He felt tired and weak, but more than that, he felt satisfied.

However, the Grand Order beings of the material world below are still fighting.

They noticed the fall of their strongest member, but they didn't react or try to escape. In fact, they continued their offensive at a leisurely pace, dealing with the enemy before them.

This……

No way?
A bad feeling crept into Abaddon's mind.

Then he saw that the falling red iron dragon's body suddenly stopped.

The fall stopped.

hum!
A brilliant, pure white light, brimming with boundless vitality, shot into the sky!

Light surged from the red iron dragon's body, illuminating the entire sky. It pierced through the wind and snow, through the clouds, through all obstacles, shining upon the earth.

It was so dazzling that Abaddon couldn't help but squint.

He vaguely saw that the red iron dragon, which should have died, was enveloped in light and opened its eyes again.

Its wounds healed extremely quickly.

The massive penetrating wound, the tear that exposed bone, and the almost shattered body were all healing at an incredible speed. Broken bones automatically reconnected, torn muscles rejoined, and broken scales grew back.

His aura, too, rapidly recovered and surged like a volcanic eruption.

In the blink of an eye, they reached almost their peak!
The light went out.

The red iron dragon slowly stretched its body.

He stretched out his six arms, moved his three heads, twisted his neck and waist, and then he raised his head, his gaze falling on Abaddon.

The two looked at each other.

His body was tattered and torn, almost as if a layer of skin had been peeled off, with very little of his horny armor remaining, his demonic energy almost completely dissipated, and his physical condition was on the verge of its limit.

The other one, however, was almost completely unharmed.

His scales were intact, his breath was full, and his six arms and three heads were raised high.

"..."

Abbott fell silent.

His expression shifted from astonishment to bewilderment, and then to an almost absurd rage.

Finally, he trembled all over and burst into laughter, looking up at the sky.

He was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"What a magnificent, immortal dragon!"

He stopped laughing and said slowly, "I know where this title comes from."

Do you regret it?
Although he was reluctant to admit it, Abaddon did have a little something in his heart.

If he hadn't underestimated the enemy and had carefully gathered information about this immortal dragon first, the situation today might have been completely different.

But what's done is done, and regret won't change anything.

Abaddon opened his claws, his expression gradually calming down.

"Come on, let me see how many more times you can be resurrected."

Whoosh!
With a wave of his demon wings.

However, despite his boastful words, he did not charge at the red iron dragon.

Abaddon suddenly turned around and sped off in another direction.

The direction of the abyssal rift.

Even a demon who grows to his level, though still inherently chaotic and not very intelligent, and bloodthirsty and belligerent, ultimately possesses some wisdom nurtured over a long period of time, and understands the importance of survival.

However, there are other people here.

The Trinity Crown, the Magic Crown, the Grand Blue Dragon... all erupted simultaneously at this moment.

They repelled the demon general before them, and a barrage of attacks clashed together, all aimed at Abaddon, sealing off his escape route and denying him any chance to flee into the abyss.

The demon generals launched a frenzied attack, but they were unable to break through the defenses and could not be relied upon.

Abbott had to stop.

He had just turned around when the familiar dragon shadow was already right in front of him.

"Would I, a mighty demon, die because of you reptiles?"

Abaddon was silent for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Ha ha, impossible!"

His body swelled up again.

The demon transformed, its attributes stacked, and the remaining keratinous armor on its body completely shattered, scattering fragments everywhere. Its muscles also cracked, with fissures spreading across them. Blood and demonic energy were squeezed out of the cracks and gushed out of its body.

This was his last bit of strength.

The demonic body had reached its limit in the fierce battles and was about to give way.

This is just the final madness.

And now, he has only one goal in mind.

call!
The demon flapped its wings violently and charged towards the red iron dragon.

He refused to believe that the dragon was truly unkillable.

"He becomes stronger the closer he gets to death; right now, he's at his weakest!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Abaddon made a desperate gamble and closed in on the red iron dragon in the blink of an eye.

However, the result was beyond his expectations.

Tear!

His demonic claws landed on the red iron dragon's scales, sparks flying everywhere. He eventually tore it apart, leaving a wound, but the resistance he felt was unprecedented.

It's as if this dragon underwent some kind of evolution during the battle.

Abaddon could clearly feel that the Red Iron Dragon's scales had indeed become much harder than before.

At the same time, before he could use his speed to get away, the dragon's counterattack was already imminent.

obviously.

Not only its defense, but its speed has also been greatly improved, allowing it to keep up with the demon's attack rhythm without relying on near-death bursts.

Boom boom boom!
Explosive sounds rang out continuously as two figures clashed, tearing the sky apart. No other legends approached the area where they were fighting.

Time passed by, second by second.

The battle was gradually coming to an end.

Not long after.

Abaddon roared and attacked relentlessly, snapping the dragon's neck.

Click!

His sharp claws gripped the dragon's head, and with a violent twist, the sound of its neck breaking was clearly audible.

But he reached his limit, and his head was encased in the dragon's claws.

Tear!

With a violent tug, his neck snapped, his spine separated, and his head was detached from his body.

The scene was dizzying.

Abaddon's vision blurred as he saw his body fall, his magical wings drooping helplessly, and his blood splattering across the sky.

"Dead? Is he dead?"

He clung to his last shred of consciousness and looked up at the dragon.

Then he saw
The red iron dragon once again unleashed a suction force, enveloping the surroundings and absorbing a large amount of life energy, including the life energy of Abaddon's own remains.

His condition is improving at a visible rate.

Can't you be reasonable?

Endless?

"."

Seeing this familiar scene, Abaddon was completely speechless.

"Could this giant dragon be an incarnation of the Dragon God, or some immortal being in disguise?"

"Fine, let's end it here..."

Abaddon simply closed his eyes, no longer looking at the dragon's figure, embracing death, his consciousness completely enveloped in darkness.

P.S.: Exhausted, burned out.

As I finished writing, I felt a burning sensation all over my body, my hands trembled uncontrollably, and I broke out in a sweat—a very strange feeling, haha, like I'm about to evolve…

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Let this king win the monthly vote daily crown again!
(End of this chapter)