King of Titans and D Chapter 134 - 134 129 12 Years (2)

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Chapter 134: Chapter 129: 12 Years (2)

Muria gazed blankly at the large claw ford from black fla stretching towards him. In his dazzling golden dragon’s eyes, there was a touch of taunting indifference. He couldn’t recall how many major demons of the soul-intent second rank he had slain during his twelve-year tenure in the abyss training field.

The golden giant dragon stretched out a claw, shrouded in swirling thunder and dragon flas fully enveloping it. From a distance, it seed that in that instant, his dragon claw had thickened many tis over.

“Boom!” Black sparks scattered in the air and fell to the ground like acid, corroding the earth with a sizzling sound. Muria shattered the attack of the horned demon with a single claw and slamd his golden dragon claw into its ugly head under its stunned gaze. The sounds of shattering bones and breaking the wind echoed together.

“How is this possible?” Dirty black-gray blood sprayed in the air. The horned demon traced a splendid parabola through the air before finally crashing down onto the ground, carving a trench hundreds of ters long in the earth. Black flas attached to the trench were burning, scorching the smooth pit into an uneven ss.

“Cough! Cough!” The horned demon staggered to its feet, its neck twisted at an incredible angle. Muria’s blow not only sent it flying but nearly bent its head nearly 180 degrees due to the brutal force.

As the horned demon coughed up blood, it stretched out a pair of claws covered in scales and black hair, holding its head. “Click!” it said, making itself upright.

“Hiss! I’m in agony.” The horned demon gasped. One of its demonic horns had been snapped off, and its head was severely deford on one side. An eyeball bulged out of its socket, threatening to explode, adding to the disgusting look of its goat-like face.

“You won’t be hurting for long,” a voice devoid of any emotion echoed from behind the demon, followed by the exploding sound forced by the splitting air.

Although the horned demon’s body was afla, it couldn’t feel any warmth. A bone-chilling coldness swept across its entire body, making it shiver. This was not a real feeling but an instinctive reaction of its demonic body in the face of a fatal threat.

Six pure black Soul Intent rings floated behind it. Within the Soul Rings, faces of countless tiny struggling creatures could be faintly seen, and the screams of tortured souls echoed from within. A sense of fear spread, and the black flas burned even more vigorously, corroding the air with a sizzling sound.

…Seeing the horned demon fly after his attack, Muria sat below a shimring spirit light, and a huge portal ford. Flapping his dragon wings, he fell directly into it.

Soon after, a portal of the sa size ford behind the horned demon. Muria’s long and majestic dragon body pierced out of it. His tail, as pointed as a rhombus spear blade and half the length of his dragon body, whipped towards the demon’s severely deford head with the force of wind and thunder.

“A dying struggle!” Seeing the Soul Intent circles ford by avenging spirits behind the demon, Muria’s anger surged. The spirits on the demon’s Soul Ring weren’t illusory. They were extracted from living beings and imprisoned there.

“Pop!” With a series of dense shattering sounds, and a final sound like fruit exploding, fragnts of bone, viscous white fluid… a whole mix of ssy stuff sprayed all over the ground in a fan-shape. It was extrely violent and bloody. Then, the headless demon’s body wobbled and fell to the ground.

From the irregular fracture in the demon’s neck, tendons, blood vessels, and muscles were writhing and extending, trying to regrow and make up for the loss of its most crucial part.

“Whoosh!” Muria swung his tail, as sharp as a rhombus spear blade, surrounded by dragon flas. It swept across the demon’s headless body, splitting it into countless fragnts. The dragon fla enveloped it, extinguishing all life and turning it into ashes.

The Dragon Form of Muria regarded the defense of a Soul-intent Second Rank demon as nothing. A single dragon tail whip exploded the head of the horned demon. Because, compared to dragon claws, the tail can exert the powerful physical strength of the giant dragon more.

With three strikes, Muria turned a Soul Intent-level demon into ash, just like an overture. In the sky, circling giant dragons fell one after another, beginning close combat with the demons that survived the magic attack.

Compared to magic attacks, the Five-colored Dragons prefer close combat. The younger Five-colored Dragons are, the more they like it; there is no need for skills, as long as they can utilize the innate advantages of the giant dragons, they can completely crush their opponents.

“Roar!” “Growl!”…The dragon’s roar, the demons’ howls, flas, frost, thunder, acid… all kinds of magic attacks dance around. When the Five-colored Dragons land and start battling the demons, this area suddenly becos a battlefield, with the sounds of fighting echoing everywhere.

Upon the arrival of the giant dragons, this area was subjected to a pervasive magic attack. The weaker demons were basically turned into corpses in this round of attack, while only so elite Silver-ranked demons and Gold-ranked demons survived.

So when the Five-colored Dragons landed, although these surviving demons were brave, they were inevitably inferior in number and quality to the Five-colored Dragons carefully nurtured by Muria. From the start of the battle, the demons were at an absolute disadvantage.

One demon after another was torn to pieces by the giant dragons, their deaths miserable. Muria even saw an extrely unlucky demon simultaneously targeted by five giant dragons, then its limbs, wings, and tail were all captured by these five unscrupulous evil dragons.

“Rip!” The body of this Gold-ranked demon was torn apart like a piece of inferior cloth, without a trace of struggle. For this unlucky demon, it was not a battle, but a highly regulated torture — five dragons dismbering it.

However, the intense battle in this area and the noisy fighting sound attracted the attention of wandering demons from other areas. Many Soul Intent-level demons began to move towards this area, and as the Major Demons moved, many Gold-level demons also followed suit, causing the demons in the entire area to shift.

Following the strong is the instinct of the weak.

And the demons attracted by the battle, seeing the sky above and the black and red land filled with corpses below, where everywhere was filled with fighting giants dragons and demons, unthinkingly joined the battle under the stimulation of the bloody sll, allowing the battle to continue.

“Muria, there is a Soul Intent-level demon.” As Muria directed the Giant Dragons to deal with the attracted demons, a sorrowful dragon roar ca.

Looking in the direction of the roar, a Balrog demon stepping on ten Soul Intent Circles was laughing grimly, battling with a robust Red Dragon. However, the Red Dragon was at an absolute disadvantage with one of its wings torn off and hot dragon blood spraying.

Two slightly smaller Red Dragons were fighting hard to interfere on the side, which kept their elder brother from dying on the spot.

“Cassio!” Upon seeing this, a dazzling spirit light flashed across Muria, the golden giant dragon turned into a Titan with black hair and golden pupils. As he called out, a teleportation array erged next to him, and a huge longbow erged from it.

Muria grabbed the tallic longbow, drew the bowstring, and the wind, thunder and flas swirling around his body madly poured into the longbow, condensing into a radiant golden arrow.