Chapter 1008 Bitter Battle

The Fear King resembled a Yaksha in Buddhism, with dark skin and eight arms spread out in a fan shape, wielding knives, spears, swords, clubs, halberds, and rings. His two original hands were clenched into fists.

His two heads on the left and right had eyes like copper bells, broad mouths, and high noses, looking extremely ferocious.

Empowered by the formation, his strength was somewhat amplified, making the Fear King, who already possessed demigod-level combat power, extremely terrifying. The aura he emitted alone made Fu Qingyang and the Devil's Eye King, who were steadfast in their resolve, feel a slight sense of suffocation.

Under these circumstances, it was almost impossible to kill the Fear King without paying a price.

Therefore, the Devil's Eye King hoped that Fu Qingyang would take the lead. After all, Young Master Qian was not the Lord of the Sun and not someone he had sworn allegiance to. At most, he would praise him as a good man, and after eighteen years, he could train a new account and level up again.

Fu Qingyang had the same thought.

He even formulated two simple tactics in his mind. The first was a war of attrition: the Ancient War God had high defense and a lot of health, but his stamina was not endless. If the Devil's Eye King could withstand the Fear King head-on, he could rely on the power of the "Severing" rule to continuously output damage to the enemy.

In the barren desert lacking living beings, the Ancient War God's bloodthirsty rage could not be unleashed, and the Fear King would surely die.

Of course, the weaker Devil's Eye King would die first.

The Devil's Eye King, obsessed with cleansing the world, could contribute to the Lawful faction, and his death would be worthwhile.

The second tactic was a quick battle to force a quick resolution, with both sides throwing out their trump cards in a short period of time, using up their strongest output abilities all at once, to see who would have the last laugh.

This tactic relied on luck, unless they knew each other well. However, Fu Qingyang did not know how many trump cards the Fear King had.

In silence, the two looked at each other with "You may generously go to your death" expressions. After a few seconds, Fu Qingyang coldly said:

"Then let's go together!"

"That's exactly what I wanted!"

After speaking, the Devil's Eye King grabbed a ten-foot-tall black statue from his inventory.

This statue had a black dragon under its feet, held a snow-white leg bone in its hand, wore an emperor-like robe, and had a blurred face, but it possessed an unspeakable profound temperament, like an abyss or a sea, immeasurable.

In front of the statue stood a beast-skin drum.

The leg bone in the statue's hand fell, striking the drum surface.

"Dong!"

As the shocking drum sound spread, dark clouds rolled in the sky, covering a hundred miles around, forming a barrier where wind and rain intersected, with lightning and thunder.

A rule-based item: the Rain Master Drumming Statue.

This item was reforged from the "Rain Master Statue" and "Kui Bull Drum" of the Water God Palace's Grand Elder among the Nine Old Ones.

The greatest function of this rule-based item was to create a home field suitable for the Rain Master to fight, suppressing opponents of the same level. The Devil's Eye King was not a Rain Master and could not utilize endless torrential rain.

However, the drum sound and wind and rain had the effect of deterring the mind, breeding plagues, and repelling the spiritual power of other professions, which could greatly weaken the Fear King.

"Whirr!"

Torrential rain poured down, and bean-sized raindrops fell on the Fear King's majestic body, splashing into a misty rain, extinguishing his strong aura.

At the same time, the Fear King's chest rose and fell sharply, and hot air spewed from his nostrils.

He was sick! ….

The Fear King raised his eyebrows and said in a heavy nasal voice:

"It's a bit like that old guy from the Water God Palace's 'Rain Master Statue'. How did you get this item?"

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and exhaled a cloud of thick fog. The white, misty fog surged like a tide, first covering him, blocking the Devil's Eye King's "sight," and covering Fu Qingyang's lock, and then spreading in all directions.

In a very short time, the thick fog rose, covering the sky and the earth, with a tendency to cover the entire instance.

For the Fear King, releasing thick fog to cover a city was a very easy thing.

Thick fog was one of the most terrifying skills of the Bewitching Demon, able to flash, able to turn into fog, able to block perception. In the thick fog, the Mist Master and the Ancient War God could easily kill enemies of the same level.

However, thick fog was also very easy to counter, as long as there was wind, a strong enough wind.

The Devil's Eye King did not hesitate to manipulate the "Rain Master Drumming Statue", stirring up a strong wind, causing the rain in the entire world to sway.

The strong wind rolled the thick fog into it, rolling it into the sky.

As soon as the thick fog was blown away, the Devil's Eye King saw the Fear King's scarlet figure reflected in his vision. The opponent had used the fog to flash in front of him.

Without thinking, the Devil's Eye King's vertical eye moved with a "glug", reflecting the Fear King's figure and suddenly shooting out a golden beam.

At such a close distance, he was confident that he could control the Fear King.

However, the ever-victorious Bewitching Eye failed this time.

The Fear King seemed to have predicted his attack, and suddenly squatted down, avoiding the beam of light. Then, his cheeks puffed up, and he spat out a sword qi, blinding the Devil's Eye King's vertical eye.

The Devil's Eye King felt a pain in his forehead, and warm liquid flowed down his face.

Seizing this opportunity, the Fear King's peacock-like eight arms suddenly closed, and knives, spears, swords, and halberds attacked the Devil's Eye King from different directions and angles.

The Devil's Eye King's eight arms stretched out, wielding weapons to block.

The sound of "ding ding dang dang" ended in a second, and the weapons conjured by the Devil's Eye King exploded into light dust.

The next second, a long knife pierced through his chest, a long sword stabbed in from under his ribs, a long club smashed his shoulder, a long halberd split off four arms on his left side, and a long spear pierced into his abdomen, picking him into the air.

The Fear King was, after all, a demigod-level combat power. In a head-on confrontation, the Devil's Eye King couldn't even withstand a single round.

The Devil's Eye King let out a painful roar, and pairs of strange golden-red vertical eyes suddenly cracked open on his body surface.

At the same time, Fu Qingyang took a step from a distance and quickly slashed out two swords.

The sword light disappeared into the void, disappearing without a trace.

Pfft! The Fear King's Achilles tendons suddenly cracked, revealing neat cuts.

The Severing strike, which had been promoted to a rule, could not be avoided even if it was predicted in advance, and it was bound to hit!

The Fear King's majestic and tall body inevitably fell to the ground. He seemed to have foreseen the enemy's attack again. At the moment of falling, he took the initiative to disperse the weapons he was holding. His eight arms supported the ground, like the legs of an arthropod. After a flexible dodge, he actually avoided the golden-red beams of light like magic ball lamps.

Fu Qingyang's bright black eyes reflected the Fear King's figure. He seemed to have locked onto something and slashed out with his sword.

A "bang" exploded from one of the Fear King's palms, and a bronze disc engraved with a star map shattered into pieces. This hand should have been holding a vajra ring. ….

The Fear King's eyes narrowed.

This star plate was a replica of the Tortoise Shell Diagram given to him by the Lord of the Stars. Compared to the real thing, the replica could only reflect the crisis within the next five seconds.

And it did not have the power of rules and would be interfered by Taiyin's secrets, but it was more than enough to deal with the Devil's Eye and Fu Qingyang, who did not have the ability to conceal.

He didn't expect that Fu Qingyang would discover it so quickly and use the "Severing" swordsmanship to destroy it.

Losing the warning from the star plate, the Fear King could no longer avoid the scattered Bewitching Eyes and stood stiffly in place, his eyes dull.

Fu Qingyang grabbed in the air with his left hand, and a four-foot sword burning with pale flames broke away from the inventory and was caught in his left hand.

The pale flame seemed to have some kind of inertia, and the jumping of the flame was slower than ordinary flames, as if it had been adjusted to 0.5x playback.

This was a ninth-grade rule-based item: the Two Extremes Devil Blade!

It was reforged from the mask burning with flames. The Two Extremes Devil Blade had two forms, one was the Fire-Stealing Sword, and the other was the Blazing Flame Sword.

The function of the Fire-Stealing Sword was to steal the target's flames, temperature, and symbolic heat.

The function of the Blazing Flame Sword was "burning" and "bursting". No matter whether the target's defense was broken or not, flames would burn on the surface of the body. The flames could not be extinguished, and continuous slashes would accumulate fire spirits, causing an explosion.

Fu Qingyang propped the long sword burning with white flames in front of him, and white flames surged out, running along the ground, turning into a straight stream and spreading to the Fear King's feet.

"Crack crack..." Amidst the slight sound of ice crystals condensing, a layer of solid white frost appeared on the Fear King's body, and a thin layer of ice covered his scarlet pupils.

He was like a drunkard who had fallen in the snowy weather, hardened from the inside out.

Fu Qingyang roared: "Quick battle to force a quick resolution!"

He didn't plan to fight a war of attrition, because they didn't have the conditions. In a head-on confrontation, the Devil's Eye King couldn't even last a single round.

The difference in strength between the two sides was too great.

After all, it was a demigod-level combat power, which they, the ninth-grade dominators who had mastered the rules, could not contend with.

The Devil's Eye King leaped dozens of meters high, and eight arms conjured knives, spears, swords, halberds, clubs, and rings, and slammed into the Fear King, who had turned into an ice sculpture.

Fu Qingyang grabbed the bronze soldier puppet and flicked his fingers, and bronze soldier puppets holding long swords jumped out of the box, the sound of their armor clanging in unison.

Fu Qingyang's eyes sharpened, his face flushed with blood, and his sword energy soared into the sky, his sword energy instantly skyrocketing.

The swordsman's desperate fight was like the Night Wanderer's Howling Moon, both were skills that briefly stimulated potential in exchange for a surge in power.

The swords in the hands of hundreds of bronze soldier puppets burst out with soaring sword energy, and they unleashed hundreds of Severing strikes containing the power of rules towards the Fear King.

At this moment, those bronze soldier puppets suddenly twisted their heads and looked at the Devil's Eye King in the air.

Fu Qingyang realized that he could no longer control these soldier puppets.

A hundred swords were slashed out.

But the target was not the Fear King, but the Devil's Eye King.

Hundreds of sword lights disappeared into the dark void. The next second, the Devil's Eye's body disintegrated in mid-air.

"Pa da pa da..."

The Devil's Eye King's body parts fell from the sky.

……

The Earth-Sky Formation.

Xia Hou Aotian, holding the cotton quilt, was about to cover Zhai Cai when he suddenly saw a figure emerge from the Single Transmission Knight's body. It was the Southern School Illusion God in a black robe, his face unseen.

The Southern School Illusion God raised his head slightly and opened his mouth.

Invisible, terrifying sound waves spread out, rippling like ripples around the surrounding living beings.

Shadow Roar!

Demigod-level Shadow Roar!

Even if it had been weakened by the Day Riser, it was still not something he, an eighth-grade dominator, could withstand.

Without thinking, Xia Hou Aotian unfolded the bedding and wrapped himself in it.

At the same time, he heard the shrill screams of the Palace Master of Stopping the Kill from a distance.

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ps: Correcting typos later.

Mai Bao Xiao Lang Jun.

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