69: Who are you?

The commotion here was so great, and it was a battle of Demon King level, so naturally, it drew the attention of everyone on the entire battlefield.

Jerome's transformation was also noticed by the other two Demon Kings.

"Is Jerome that miserable? Being beaten so badly he revealed his true form?" The Slit-Eyed Demon King, effortlessly handling three heroes, sensed the change in Jerome's aura. That surge of power clearly meant he had revealed his true form and was using all his strength.

"Heh! It seems that unknown entity is indeed very powerful! I just saw it, one move, and he almost killed Jerome!" The Muscle-bound Demon King's voice boomed like a subwoofer.

"You know, is there a possibility..." The Slit-Eyed said.

"Well, finish your sentence! What possibility?" The Muscle-bound Demon King retorted, casually punching a hero away. Another hero slashed his back with a sword, leaving a shallow wound, and he backhanded him away with another punch.

Unlike the Slit-Eyed, his fighting style was direct and reckless, but the effect was excellent, as he single-handedly suppressed three heroes, making them miserable.

The Slit-Eyed Demon King chuckled softly, his small fan, which covered half his face, never lowered. With a casual wave, an invisible force surged forth, sending a hero flying.

"Damn it!" The Muscle-bound Demon King saw that the Slit-Eyed hadn't spoken, and knew he was definitely "hiding something": "I hate you guys who talk in riddles the most! Those who play mind games have dirty hearts!"

The six heroes looked at the two Demon Kings who completely ignored them and were "talking across space," and wanted to cry but had no tears.

This was the first time they had encountered these two Demon Kings; they were so different from the Demon Kings they had met before!

Their strength was too great! They could suppress them without even revealing their true forms.

However, these two Demon Kings were somewhat "slacking off"; it seemed like they were being contained and suppressed by the heroes, but in reality, the heroes knew that the opponents weren't fighting them seriously at all.

Boom!!!

A pillar of ice-blue light shot up into the sky, and the diffused demonic energy was extremely vast.

"I admit, you are very powerful! But, you should not, under any circumstances, have made me unleash my true form!" Jerome's voice echoed.

At this moment, Jerome had transformed completely, becoming a slender, humanoid creature seemingly made of ice crystals, without facial features. It was unclear how he spoke or saw.

His demonic energy had increased at least tenfold, and it was filled with terrifying extreme cold power.

"This is your true form? Tsk tsk, to be honest, it's a bit ugly! You don't even have a face~" Clarissa felt Jerome's terrifying aura and demonic energy fluctuations, but she was completely unfazed, and instead, she mocked him.

"I hope you're still this optimistic in a moment!" Jerome's echoing voice rang out: "Extreme Cold Burst Kill!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Innumerable ice-white orbs with trailing exhaust covered the sky and enveloped Clarissa.

The "Rupture" in Clarissa's hand burned with black-red flames.

Black Flame Sword Wave

Clarissa unleashed massive Black Flame Sword Auras, one after another.

Waves of flames covered everything.

Puff puff puff!

The icy mist orbs crashed into them, making "puff puff" sounds, and were engulfed within.

Clearly, even with such a massive increase in extreme cold power, it still couldn't suppress Clarissa's Black Flame.

It wasn't just a difference in quantity, but also in quality.

Jerome spread his arms, and extreme cold power burst forth.

Countless ice pillars rose from the ground.

This area was even directly transformed into a world of ice and snow, and freezing rain began to fall.

Countless ice shards hadn't even reached Clarissa before they were directly incinerated by the burning Black Flame.

With a whoosh, Jerome appeared on an ice pillar: "Hahahaha! You will pay the price for your arrogance!"

He watched Clarissa, who showed no reaction and didn't stop him, and immediately burst into wild laughter.

Each ice pillar suddenly erupted with surges of cold air.

The affected area was so vast that it spread for a thousand miles.

Monsters and humans who had reacted early had already fled, immediately forming a vacuum in this area, with no one daring to stay.

Some who were slow or too close had no chance to escape, turning into lifelike ice sculptures, completely devoid of life.

Clarissa bathed in the constantly erupting cold air from the ice pillars.

"Is that all? Is there more?" Clarissa looked at Jerome and spoke, the surges of cold air simply unable to break through the Black Flame surrounding her and affect her.

Even if it broke through the Black Flame, she still had her own physical body as a defense line.

A powerful physical body was not just about strength.

The power of the Calamity Wings bloodline, with its dragon scales, possessed extremely terrifying dual resistance to both physical and magical attacks, and the flesh beneath the dragon scales also had very strong defensive capabilities.

The outermost layer was Black Flame, then dragon scales, then the physical body.

Triple defense, layer after layer.

Clarissa's defense was so strong that not only humans but even ordinary dragons of the same level couldn't compare.

Jerome's heart trembled slightly, but he was unwilling to accept it!

"I am the Extreme Ice Venerable!" Jerome shouted, bringing his hands together, and a blindingly white wave of extreme cold light burst forth from his hands, spraying towards Clarissa.

Clarissa's golden vertical pupils watched the approaching wave of extreme cold light.

She elegantly sheathed her knight's sword. She extended one hand, fingers spread, and pressed it onto the wave of extreme cold light.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle...

!!!

"How is this possible!" Jerome looked at the scene unfolding before him in disbelief.

His ultimate attack, a terrifying extreme cold power gathered from all his demonic energy, was actually caught by Clarissa with one hand.

Clarissa's hand burned with Black Flame, and the wave of extreme cold light simply couldn't advance any further.

After a moment, the wave of extreme cold light, having exhausted its power, shattered with a boom under Clarissa's grasp.

"Is that all? Your true form... is this it?" Clarissa's words struck at Jerome's heart, crushing everything he had with utterly unreasonable power, little by little.

"No... impossible! Who exactly are you!" Jerome was completely unable to accept this reality.

"Tsk tsk~ It seems this entity, whether friend or foe~ her strength is a bit beyond expectations!" The Slit-Eyed Demon King watched the situation with Jerome. The power Clarissa displayed made his slit eyes open a tiny crack, revealing faint golden and silver glints.

"I really want to fight her!" The Muscle-bound Demon King, however, watched Clarissa with great interest.

"Perhaps there will be a chance, perhaps not!" The Slit-Eyed Demon King said.

On Clarissa's side, she looked at Jerome, who seemed to be breaking down: "Who am I? You can call me the Black Flame Sword Princess. Oh, and some people in this world call me the Savior Apostle! Alright, satisfied? Then go to hell!"

Clarissa's hand rested on the hilt of the sword at her waist.