Greya decided not to think about these things for the time being and watch the game first.
After Trom stood up, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face seemed to be turned red by the flames in his chest.
"Devil's Fire." Trom had been living in the abyss before. He was too familiar with the power of demons. He looked at Azaz across from him with scrutiny in his eyes: "Why do you use Demon's Fire?"
Azaz said softly: "I just borrowed his power for a while."
"He? Who are you talking about? Is he the devil of the abyss?"
Faced with Trom's questioning, Azaz did not answer, but lowered his head slightly apologetically and said, "I have an agreement with him in advance, so I'm sorry that I can't tell him."
Since Azaz was unwilling to say anything, Trom didn't ask any more questions. Besides, this was not the time to ask questions.
Trom lowered his head and looked at the injury on his chest. The strong pain made him start to have convulsions. He endured the discomfort and took a long breath: "My original plan was that when I challenged him
, and then use its power. But now it seems that I must write seriously."
"...The power of demons is worthy of my serious treatment."
After speaking, Trom's limbs underwent strange changes. His hands turned into fluffy deer hooves, his thighs began to thicken, his calves became thinner but became firmer and stronger, and his feet also turned into shining hooves.
Hoof-shaped.
After all the limbs had changed, Trom's body began to be inexplicably filled with icy frost, like clouds, lingering around his feet and hands.
At the same time, this frosty air slowly froze the burning in his chest. If it couldn't be cured in a short time, it could only be temporarily frozen and put aside.
When Trom was changing, Azaz did not attack him. This slightly improved Trom's perception of Azaz, but even if he did attack at that time, Trom would have a way to deal with it.
Because Azaz behaved in a more "gentlemanly" manner before, Trom also gave a warning before taking action: "I'm about to do it, so be careful."
After finishing speaking, Trom transformed into two hooved feet and stamped on the ground violently.
A crisp sound suddenly appeared when he exerted his strength. The ring beneath his feet suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, but Trom's force broke the ice.
Like a cannonball, Trom made a huge sound barrier sound and rushed towards Azaz.
It wasn't until Trom set off that everyone noticed that there was a huge hole in the ring he had previously stepped on. It was full of broken ice...
Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes were filled with horror: It turned out that the ring under Trom's feet was not covered with a layer of ice, but was directly turned into ice by Trom!
Before, Trom made big holes in the arena. It can only be said that he was very powerful. But in the scene just now, even a water apprentice who is proficient in ice needs to construct at least a level three trick to be able to do it!
Trom obviously didn't do any tricks, he just kicked his legs lightly and turned the arena into ice!
It's not a magic trick, it means it's Trom's own power. If it wasn't shown before, it must be the power he has now when he turns into a "half-animal state".
What kind of monster bloodline does this terrifying power of ice come from?
While everyone was speculating, Trom was already fighting with Azaz. While black fire flashed, while frost and mist shrouded, together with the rumbling sounds that echoed through the sky from time to time, it was like a song of ice and fire.
As a gourmet wizard, Azaz's previous strategy when facing the bloodline side was to keep the distance as far as possible. But after he borrowed the power of the devil, close combat was actually more suitable for the use of the devil's power.
But after all, Azaz had never systematically learned close combat, so he could only barely cope with Trom's overwhelming attack.
Moreover, in the process of dealing with it, Azaz must also be careful. When resisting Trom's attack, he must attach the power of the devil to neutralize the cold air brought by Trom's attack. Otherwise, the terrifying
Azaz had only accidentally touched a trace of the frosty air, and it immediately penetrated into Azaz's body, causing constant pain like maggots in his tarsus.
After fighting for about three minutes, Azaz felt that he couldn't keep up with Trom's speed.
Trom becomes stronger and faster as he fights. If he continues, he will definitely not be able to resist them all, and once his body is frozen, the outcome will be hard to predict.
Azaz began to try to break away from this painful stalemate.
Trom naturally discovered this, but he could not let Azaz escape so easily. Instead, he moved faster. He also used frost and mist to form a blocking wall so that Azaz had nowhere to escape.
Seeing this scene, Azaz gritted his teeth and called in his heart: "Sebastian, I still need to use your power."
Not long after, a distant voice, as if coming from the depths of darkness, came back: "Dear Milolis, of course, as long as the delicacies you offer are in place, I will naturally give you feedback."
After receiving the response, Azaz felt a little calmer. Now that he had received Sebastian's promise, Azaz no longer saved anything, and he took out most of the demonic power that was originally attached to his body in an instant.
The demonic power formed a black-red ball in his hand.
The aura of terror immediately overflowed, and even those sitting in the audience outside the defensive barrier felt this aura of power that made them tremble.
Trom, who was nearby, felt it the most. He looked at the extremely concentrated demonic power in Azaz's hand, and a trace of uneasiness flashed in his eyes.
When cracks appeared on the black-red ball, Trom's anxiety reached the extreme, and he ran away without hesitation.
The moment Trom turned around, violent explosions, combined with extremely deep darkness, instantly enveloped the arena.
Everyone only saw that Trom seemed to have been pushed out by force on his back. As for the result, it was shrouded in darkness and no one could see it.
There was silence in the audience. Everyone was shocked by this sudden scene. The terrifying aura of power was still rippling around them, making them all close their mouths tightly and even slow down their breathing.
The arena with thousands of people seemed to be still at this moment. In this silence, even the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other could be heard.
After an unknown amount of time, a sharp voice broke the silence.
"Is Trom dead?"
Although this sentence was a question, there was an inexplicable feeling of joy. Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound, and saw a snow crow flying in the air at some point. It stared at the ring with a happy face and spoke.
The person... the talking bird is it.
Who is this bird? Does it have a grudge against Trom? Otherwise, why would it be happy?
Similar doubts appeared in everyone's mind, but this doubt did not last long. What they paid most attention to was the arena. Although the gossip of love, hate and hatred is also interesting, after the game is over, the game is still important.
However, the arena is still shrouded in darkness, and no one can see what's going on inside.