"What's going on?"

Saro stood up from the ground and was about to bend over and pat the dust on his body. His ears moved slightly, and he felt the slight trembling in the space.

"Is it an earthquake?" the camp leader hesitated and looked around. There were only seven adventurers following them, most of whom fell into other semi-planes and scattered themselves.

People stood on the dark red gravel and watched. The land covered by unknown green clouds had nothing, and was quiet around them.

"This should be the material space created by the Nine-Headed Snake. With this alone, its ability is definitely above the legend." Saro was a little worried that monsters that could grow into legends were not easy to deal with, not to mention that this space seemed familiar, which made him feel even more a bad premonition.

"We should find a way to leave quickly." The camp leader suggested.

"That's right."

Saro looked around with his eyes narrowed, not as careless as before: "This kind of space cannot be created out of thin air. It has a material basis point. If we find it and destroy it, we can leave."

...

clang!!!

Monetbaro's blade and Caesar's fist were pressed against each other. The figures of the two were huge. Monetbaro was almost recognized as a demon by Caesar. He had a huge body like the Lord of the Abyss. The huge bat wings behind him were still lit with dark green flames. Caesar had not yet removed his disguise and still maintained his human body.

But it seems to be half a pound of strength.

Caesar clearly felt a constant stream of power gushing out from the opponent. This brute force acted on the long blade, and it was rising continuously as he continued to increase his strength.

"Monet, is it the nine-headed giant snake that people call? As a derivative body, you are a minion, and you are stronger than I imagined."

Caesar did not expect that the power of the disguise had been raised to this point, and this monster could still stop him: "I am a little looking forward to seeing that monster, I hope it will make me excited."

He suddenly let go of his power, stopped fighting, and pulled his body back, taking advantage of the space where Monetaro held the long blade forward, he sideways to avoid the sharp blade, and his right hand slashed down like a knife, hitting the arm that Monetaro used to hold the blade.

Puff.

The sound of flesh and blood skin being cut open.

With a swish, Monetbaro's huge body suddenly disappeared from its original place.

Caesar was stunned. Before he could react, he felt a huge force falling from behind him.

Boom!

His backhand was an elbow, but the humanoid limbs limited the destructive power and defense. He elbowed Monetaro's sharp claws, but could not stop the attack from continuing.

A monster that looked like a demon appeared behind him at some point, raised his front hooves and slashed him hard.

Before he could react, Monetaro's sharp claw swept over from the other direction, and slapped his waist heavily with a strong wind.

Bang!

Caesar was pulled and flew out, and crashed into the dark red land in the distance. The smoke and dust were everywhere and gravel splashed, as if a large caliber heavy artillery shell hit in.

"It's so annoying..."

In the dusty smoke, Caesar slowly got up and twisted his neck: "It took too long to be able to adapt to the humanoid body... I don't know how to fight..."

Crash.

The iron chains wrapped around Monetbarlow were also raised by it and pulled on Caesar's head.

By slowing down, you can see that half of the man in black robe's head was completely concave, his cheeks, eyes, and mouth were all twisted and deformed, and then he was knocked away again as if he was struck by lightning and fell into another land.

Monetbaro moved his four hooves to chase after him, and just rushed to the middle and picked up the long blade again. A giant claw that was almost the size of its head suddenly rushed out of the smoke and grabbed its head hard.

"roar."

Monetbaro let out a low growl, his body staggered forward, and was pulled forward uncontrollably by a huge force. It tried hard to tilt its body back, and its hooves stepped on four deep gullies on the ground, but it still could not change the situation.

In the rolling smoke and dust, the mist gradually dissipated, revealing a giant claw covered with black scales and thorns.

"Wait a moment."

Caesar grabbed Monetaro, his body still in humanoid form, only his right arm turned into a terrifying claw. He said, rubbing his face with his hands until his face returned to its intact shape before he began the next move.

Caesar pinched Monetaro's head with one hand, held it high and hung it in the air: "Since the pseudo-state cannot be dealt with, let's release one-tenth of the power."

His body was still only about 1.8 meters tall, but the right claw that extended out continued to enlarge until more than ten meters, and could even carry the huge Monetaro up. The scene was very strange and quite terrifying.

clang clang clang...

Monetbaro tried hard to hold his giant claws with his arm and blade, but to no avail. The terror of Caesar who released real power was not the same as the size of the two, just in comparison of body shape, and the other party's right claw was similar to its body size.

"Is Ukrahil in the Nine-Headed Snake?"

Caesar stared at the monster's fierce and violent eyes and asked, "Also, how do I leave here?"

"Dragon, slave."

A sound of mocking and destructive dying came from Monetbaro's mouth, and the words he spit out were like a poisonous snake creeping on the dead man's mouth, delicate and terrifying and fatal: "You think you have won, but you have nothing except decline, Quill..."

Bang.

The head exploded, and the dark green and tender white serous blood and flesh burst into all directions. Monetaro's huge headless corpse fell heavily on the ground, and the sour blood rushed out from his neck like a fountain.

"If you don't say it, forget it."

Caesar withdrew his claws and shook the filth on his hands. Listening to these unnutritional nonsense once more is a murder of brain cells: "I don't want to hear anything else."

It doesn't take much effort to leave this space for Caesar. A few years ago, his battle with Azriels, the King of the Flame Demon, destroyed a half plane, which was a real material space with the potential to form a new world. This place is different. This place is just a created, fragile half plane.

Caesar was in a leisurely state, and his sharp claws slowly pierced into the fragile void, causing ripples of pain. Then, the space in front of Caesar began to dissolve, turning into a dark vortex that absorbed light.

As time continues, the surroundings of the hollow begin to spread outward.

If you look at it from the perspective of plane observation, you will find that this already unstable space has a protrusion, which then expands, shatters, and spreads rapidly to be swallowed by nothingness and chaos.

The painful will emitted by the creator of space is like boiling iron, burning every nerve of its own. It realizes that it limits something that is difficult to control, and this way of breaking away from control will cause great harm to itself.

Request, threat, roar...a lot of emotions came to this gradually destructive space, conveying their wishes to the initiator of the disaster, but Caesar still did his own way, tore up all the half planes, and returned to the thorny mountains of Eladia.
Chapter completed!