102: Chapter 102 Seven Star Demons!

Hell. The Misty Forest.

Moro's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

The dark red war blade in his hand instantly slashed through the sky.

Wherever the blade passed, the mist was torn open, leaving a charred trench.

Allen did not dodge.

He raised his hand, and a faint, fiery red Divine Power shimmered in his palm.

"Bang!"

The blade crashed heavily against Allen's protective Divine Power, emitting a dull boom.

A violent shockwave swept outwards, instantly pulverizing the thick ancient trees.

Moro's pupils contracted sharply, his dead-fish-like eyes filled with astonishment.

"Blocked?"

His strike contained the immensely powerful cutting force of the Laws of Destruction.

An ordinary Highgod would have been severely injured, if not dead.

Yet the young man before him hadn't even retreated half a step.

Allen glanced down at his palm, where his fire-elemental Divine Power was rippling slightly.

To him, an attack of this magnitude felt more like a confirmation.

"Is this the extent of a Seven-Star Fiend's strength?"

Allen's tone was flat, even carrying a hint of obvious disappointment.

Moro was thoroughly enraged.

The scar on his face twisted like a red centipede.

"Little brat, you have successfully piqued my interest."

He retracted his blade abruptly, his figure transforming into countless afterimages, surrounding Allen completely.

Every afterimage swung a blade, the dark red blade-light converging into a massive cage.

Allen remained standing in place, not rushing to counterattack.

He was using his Divine Sense to carefully track Moro's movement trajectory.

He was comprehending.

Comprehending the opponent's technique of utilizing the Laws of Destruction to the extreme.

The experts in Hell were indeed far more numerous than those in the Yulan Continent.

Even with the same profound mysteries, different methods of application resulted in vastly different power levels.

"Die!"

Moro's voice came from all directions.

Thousands of blade-lights merged instantly, condensing into a hundred-meter-long blood-colored giant blade.

The giant blade slashed down, causing the Void Realm to emit groans of being unable to bear the weight.

Allen's lips curled up slightly.

It was time to stretch his muscles.

He did not bring out the zhan tian sword, simply extending his right hand and joining his index and middle fingers into a sword shape.

At his fingertips, a cluster of extremely restrained flames danced wildly.

This was no ordinary flame.

This was the manifestation of four profound mysteries fused perfectly.

"Heaven Burning."

He spat out two words lightly.

A faint red beam shot out from his fingertips.

The red beam looked fragile, yet the moment it touched the blood-colored giant blade, it erupted with destructive power.

"Rumble!"

A terrifying explosion bloomed in the depths of the dense forest.

The originally grey mist was instantly cleared away.

Moro let out a scream, his entire body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

His prized dark red war blade was now covered in dense cracks.

He struggled to stand up, his right arm charred black, revealing ghastly white bones.

"You... who exactly are you?"

"You are definitely not some rookie Fiend!"

Moro's voice was filled with intense terror.

This level of Law Fusion was far stronger than a Seven-Star Fiend.

However, Moro had lived for so many years and didn't know how many Geniuses he had slaughtered.

He also had his own territory.

The next moment, a black-robed Clone flew out from within Moro's body.

Two Moros!

One was a Highgod of Destruction, the other a Highgod of Darkness.

"Go to Hell!"

The two Clones joined forces, unleashing a bizarre secret combined attack technique.

A massive black vortex appeared in the Void Realm, as if it wanted to swallow everything in the world.

Allen watched the approaching vortex, a hint of interest stirring in his heart.

The combined effort of multiple Divine Clones could indeed produce an effect greater than the sum of its parts.

Unfortunately, in the face of an absolute disparity in strength, all of this seemed so pale.

"This is boring."

Allen shook his head and grasped the empty air with his right hand.

A simple, ancient longsword appeared in his hand.

zhan tian sword.

This Divine Artifact weapon, refined from a godhead, hummed slightly in Allen's hand.

He no longer held back.

His original body's physical strength, at the level of a high-god artifact, erupted fully.

At this moment, Allen was a Fire God walking on earth.

He swung his sword casually.

It appeared plain and unremarkable, yet it contained a certain mysterious rhythm.

The massive black vortex, the moment it touched the sword's edge, was easily torn apart like a hot knife through butter.

Moro's eyes widened, his lips trembling slightly.

He wanted to escape.

But under the lockdown of the Flame Space, he found that even moving a single finger had become extremely difficult.

The sword light flashed past.

Moro's two Clones shattered instantly.

Two sparkling godheads fell to the ground, emitting a radiant glow.

Allen walked forward, bent down, and picked up the godheads.

He then stored Moro's broken corpse into his space ring.

This was his proof of worth to become a Seven-Star Fiend.

He was not in a hurry to leave.

Instead, he sat cross-legged in the center of the ruins, savoring the battle that had just occurred.

That moment of different Laws intertwining and colliding had given him quite a few new insights.

Heaven rewards the diligent.

Every battle was a rare opportunity for cultivation.

A month later.

Tianning City, Demon Castle.

The Bunny Girl was boredly organizing documents.

She looked towards the entrance from time to time.

The rookie named Allen had been gone for over a month.

He was probably already rotting in the Misty Forest.

After all, Moro was a notorious veteran expert.

Just then, a familiar figure pushed open the castle gate.

Allen's complexion was ruddy, and the black robe on his body was as neat as new, not at all looking like someone who had just experienced a life-or-death struggle.

He walked straight to the counter.

"Bang."

A charred corpse was thrown heavily onto the table.

"Submitting the mission."

The originally noisy environment instantly became so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Many Fiends crowded over, and after seeing the face of the corpse clearly, their eyes nearly popped out.

"This... is this Moro?"

"The madman who killed over a dozen Six-Star Fiends?"

"How did this kid manage to do it?"

Exclamations rose and fell.

The clerk, who had been indifferent just a moment ago, was now trembling slightly.

He took out a scanner and confirmed it three times repeatedly.

"Con... confirmed without error."

"Target: Moro. Identity: Hell wanted criminal. Strength: Seven-Star Fiend."

"Mission complete."

The clerk swallowed, his attitude becoming unprecedentedly respectful.

He took out a crystal-clear Zhan Stone card.

"My Lord."

"This is ten million Zhan Stones, the reward for the mission."

"At the same time, based on your performance, your Fiend Rank has been directly promoted to Seven-Star Fiend."

Allen took the card and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

Ten million Zhan Stones, which amounted to ten billion ink stones.

For an ordinary God-level Expert, this was a huge sum of money.

But to Allen, it was just a string of numbers.

"I want to see your Castle Master."

Allen spoke again.

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable power.

This time, no one dared to mock him.

The clerk nodded hurriedly.

"My Lord, please wait a moment; I will go report this immediately."