211: Chapter 211 Crocodile Madness's Sneak Attack

And during the time these two were battling.

At the mountain pass outside Qingfeng Ravine, E Kuang's figure also appeared from behind a giant boulder.

He deliberately restrained his aura; his gray-brown scales shimmered with a rust-like dark red luster in the twilight, and his massive E Kuangs opened and closed slightly, his fangs grinding together to produce a dull sound.

Only a dozen or so trusted followers were behind him, all ruthless characters above the Second Order, who spread out far and wide, each finding their own position.

E Kuang did not rush to reveal himself, first crouching behind that giant boulder, watching the two figures clashing in the open space through a crack in the rock.

"Boom, boom~"

Horned Dragon's phantom dragon image was still deadlocked with Wu Li's Colorless Profound Light. The two forces, one cyan and one black, collided continuously in the center of the clearing, plowing crisscrossing furrows into the ground, while gravel and dust were swept up by the shockwaves and then fell back down.

Beads of sweat had seeped out from the scales on Horned Dragon's forehead. His Demon Power output was maintained at its limit, and his dark yellow slit pupils reflected that increasingly dense black light. The scales on his forehead were trembling slightly, and his breathing had become somewhat ragged.

E Kuang watched for a while, a layer of light surfacing in his iron-gray slit pupils.

His E Kuangs slightly opened and closed, emitting an extremely faint laugh, like two stones grinding together.

"This is a good opportunity."

E Kuang glanced left and right, then waved his hand; the demon soldiers behind him had already dispersed, sealing off the retreat routes on both sides of the mountain pass.

"Heaven helps me!"

E Kuang slowly stood up, his gray-brown scales almost blending into the mountain rocks in the twilight, his massive body casting a long shadow over the gravel.

E Kuang did not wait.

He had been fighting Horned Dragon for over a hundred years; their accumulated grudges were long since a matter of life and death.

At this moment.

His figure flickered, his massive body like a rolling boulder, and he rushed out directly from behind the giant rock.

The speed was not what one would expect from such a bulky body; every step he took on the ground left a deep pit, gravel splattered, and the ground trembled.

His gray-brown scales traced a dark red arc in the twilight, skimming almost against the ground to reach behind Horned Dragon.

Over there.

Horned Dragon was still fully maintaining his phantom dragon image, dark cyan Demon Power constantly pouring into the water vapor ahead to contend with Wu Li's Colorless Profound Light.

He sensed the ground behind him trembling and the fishy wind in the air suddenly thickening. He wanted to withdraw his hand and turn around, but Wu Li's Colorless Profound Light suddenly sank at this moment, pressing down so hard that he could not free his hand.

E Kuang's fangs were already pressed against Horned Dragon's nape.

"Haha!"

He abruptly opened his E Kuangs, two rows of dark red fangs flipping outward, and a thick, fishy stench surged from his throat.

A massive phantom image of an iron-jawed lizard emerged from behind him, several times larger than his actual body, covered in rust-colored scales, its thick limbs bracing against the ground, its giant mouth open, fangs interlocking like a meat grinder forged from steel and flesh.

The phantom image's movements were perfectly synchronized with E Kuang's; its giant mouth clamped shut, fangs wedging into Horned Dragon's back.

"Crack!"

A dull cracking sound, like something hard being suddenly bitten through.

The dark cyan scales on Horned Dragon's back shattered under the bite of the E Kuangs, flesh rolled outward, and bone fragments exploded from the wound.

E Kuang did not let go; his body twisted violently, unleashing his innate Divine Ability.

"Death Roll!!"

That giant crocodile phantom took Horned Dragon's body and rolled on the ground.

"Urgh!"

Horned Dragon's scream was muffled in his throat, as if blocked by something, squeezing out only a garbled breathy sound.

His body was flung out during the roll, slammed onto the ground, slid several yards, and hit a protruding rock before finally stopping.

The wound on his back tore open even wider, his dark cyan robe shredded into rags, revealing the bloody, mangled spine beneath. Dark red blood and deep cyan Demon Power mixed together, spreading across the gravel.

He lay on the ground, hands pressing against the earth, wanting to push himself up, but his arms were shaking; he fell back down halfway, and a large mouthful of bloody foam surged from his mouth.

E Kuang released his fangs and stood up from the ground, his gray-brown scales covered in Horned Dragon's blood and bits of flesh, his E Kuangs slowly closing with a dull creaking sound.

He looked down at Horned Dragon, who was lying on the ground, the corners of his mouth twitching as if smiling.

"Haha, Horned Dragon, you have this day too!"

"Damn it... you, ambushed me..."

Horned Dragon lay on the ground, the wound on his back like a torn fissure, most of his dark cyan scales shattered, revealing the mangled flesh and broken bones beneath.

His arms were still trembling, his fingers digging into the gravel, nails breaking, blood seeping from between his fingers, but he could not push himself up. Dark red bloody foam constantly surged from his mouth, mixed with fragments of internal organs, streaming down his chin and pooling into a dark red puddle beneath him.

His breathing was heavy and rapid, every intake of breath accompanied by a garbled gurgling sound in his throat, like a broken bellows leaking air.

His three half-step Third Order henchmen stood far away, none of them stepping forward, their minds momentarily dazed.

Two breaths later, these minor demons finally reacted.

"Great King!"

"Great King, are you alright!!!"

A group of minor demons quickly rushed to Horned Dragon's side.

"Hehe..."

E Kuang stood beside Horned Dragon, looking down at him, his E Kuangs slowly closing and opening, as if savoring some taste.

He did not rush to finish him off, as if enjoying this moment.

Looking at that old rival who had fought him for many years, now like a snake with its spine crushed, lying at his feet unable to even lift his head, he felt very pleased.

On the other side.

Wu Li stood by the pool, his fire halberd planted on the ground, his breathing having returned to normal.

His Blood Pupil was still half-open, the scarlet light at the bottom of his eyes slowly circulating deep within his pupils, and the Demon Power within his body was already circulating rapidly.

As early as the moment E Kuang appeared from behind the giant rock, his Blood Pupil had already captured that restrained aura; he had only used seventy percent of his power for the Colorless Profound Light, keeping thirty percent in reserve, just in case.

Seeing Horned Dragon heavily injured and collapsed on the ground at this moment, E Kuang's attention was entirely on Horned Dragon.

"Old Ancestor."

Hu Lie was the first to move.

Blocking in front of Wu Li, his yellowish-brown pupils fixed on E Kuang's direction.

Hei Yu leaped from the edge of the pool, landing on Hu Lie's left, his wings half-spread, his purple-black pupils locked onto the dozen or so demon soldiers behind E Kuang.

Heida, Heier, Bai Chi, and Hei Shan slid down from the rock wall, lining up to block the space between Wu Li and the clearing. The auras of four Middle Stage Second Order demons were released simultaneously; although not high, lined up together, they formed a dense barrier.

The Crow Flock lowered from the sky.

Three hundred pairs of blood-red pupils focused simultaneously, like a low-hanging dark cloud suspended over the heads of the demons.

E Kuang's gaze shifted from Horned Dragon to Wu Li.

Wu Li remained motionless, his fire halberd planted at his side, his blood-red pupils calmly watching E Kuang through the gap between Hu Lie and Hei Yu.

He did not speak; his breathing had stabilized, the Blood Eye Pagoda Sutra within his body was still rapidly circulating, and his Demon Power was recovering.

He was indeed not in any serious trouble.

After all, he was facing a Peak Third Order existence; with Wu Li's current cultivation, he was still a hair's breadth short.