The Six-Colour Vermilion Fruit Treasure Tree was enormous, its lush branches spreading like a giant umbrella, enveloping the surrounding land.
The battlefield where the demons clashed lay entirely within the tree’s canopy.
At this moment, the rabbit demon Red Eyes, carrying the gravely injured ox demon Vigour on his back, charged into the demon horde. His hands transformed into sharp claws, and he activated a piece of cloth wrapped around him.
This cloth was a magical artifact, capable of granting some concealment when activated, blending Red Eyes with the surroundings, making him hard to spot unless closely inspected.
Mo Fan had purchased this mid-grade artifact at the Broken Temple Market, assigning it to Red Eyes.
Originally, it was meant to help Red Eyes avoid the brutal slaughter of the Three Mountains Trial, but unexpectedly, it was used now.
Even with the artifact’s concealment, Red Eyes struggled to remain hidden in the dense crowd of demons. Some smaller demons closing in would inevitably spot him.
“He’s here!”
“Snake Brother’s orders, kill him!”
“Don’t spare the one on his back either, kill them both!”
“Kill!”
The Black Nether Mountain demons lunged at Red Eyes, brandishing their demonic weapons.
Some newly transformed small demons, lacking refined weapons, reverted to their beastly forms, attacking with claws and teeth.
“Get lost!”
“Any fearless fool who wants to die, come at me! Rabbit Lord is taking you on today!”
Red Eyes roared, swiping his claws to repel the attacking small demons, his face contorted with fury. “It’s been ages since Rabbit Lord played dice. Today, I’ll make a different bet with you lot!”
“Come on, let’s bet our lives!”
Red Eyes bellowed, his demonic aura surging. Amid the black demonic energy, faint traces of crimson appeared, his blood essence.
He was unleashing his full power, even burning his blood essence.
He knew he couldn’t stop here, or death awaited them.
Only by breaking through to reach Lord Laibao could they be saved, and Vigour could survive.
In that moment, Red Eyes went berserk.
At the stage of four transformations, just a step away from the Demon Soldier realm, his cultivation was among the best of небольшие демоны.
Now, fully unleashed, he swiftly cut down many small demons, steadily advancing toward Mo Fan’s position.
But Black Nether Mountain had too many demons, at least for Red Eyes. They seemed endless; for every few he felled, more rushed in.
Red Eyes lost count of how many times he clashed through the horde, having彼此
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