"Ssshhh—ssshhh—..."
After seven consecutive space jumps, Lor finally arrived within fifteen thousand miles of the previously locked demon.
As the mark beca clear, he used his Spiritual Power to activate the Great teor Rune Model, releasing perception towards the mark.
A Winged Demon, over six hundred miles tall with a wingspan of over four hundred miles, was flapping its wings, rapidly heading north towards the Endless Sea.
Every ti its wings extended, a massive amount of Abyssal Energy would escape.
This Abyssal Energy clung to its wings, propelling it to fly even faster.
"It really is a Winged Demon, no wonder it’s so fast," Lor smirked, placing a primary mark on the Winged Demon once again.
He didn’t hurry to unleash the Great teor Technique but instead took out a Magic Crystal to restore the Elental Energy in his Sea of Consciousness.
The seven space jumps had consud thirty-five percent of his Elental Energy.
Although the remaining Elental Energy in the Sea of Consciousness was barely enough to unleash the Great teor Technique, he still had to guard against the Winged Demon making a counterattack, didn’t he?
Monts later.
"Ssshhh—"
Restoring all Elental Energy, Lor executed another space jump, traversing again to the sky fifteen thousand miles from the fourth-tier Winged Demon, triggering the Great teor Rune Model in his Sea of Consciousness.
Divine Realm Space teorite aggregation.
War God List empowernt.
Swooping down.
Gravity Technique empowernt!
"Woo—"
A teor, one hundred and fifty miles in diater, with interwoven gold and red, exuding terrifying energy fluctuations, leaped from the Divine Realm Space, appearing in the Material Plane, aiming to smash into the rapidly flying Winged Demon.
This ti, the golden radiance of the teor was even more dazzling, nearly twice as intense as before.
"Ssshhh—"
Imdiately after casting the teor Technique, Lor simultaneously triggered the Space Jump Rune Model, retreating seventeen thousand miles.
He took out a Magic Crystal, waiting for his Spiritual Power to relax before restoring Elental Energy.
After all, he wasn’t afraid of losing track—if one Great teor couldn’t kill it, he could just try a second one later; there was no rush.
"Damn it, clearly I’m the fastest, why are they chasing ?" The Winged Demon, sensing the teor plunging towards it from the sky, was full of reluctance, confusion, and despair.
This kind of teor, capable of killing Haral in an instant, it didn’t think it would be an exception.
"Let’s fight!" The Winged Demon gritted its teeth, unwilling to sit and wait for death. It halted, spreading its wings, and with all its might, flapped fiercely towards the descending teor.
Learning from Haral’s death, it knew the Power of Origin seed useless against this kind of teor Witchcraft, so it didn’t even consider using it.
"Whoosh whoosh—"
Two blood-red streams of light, over two hundred miles in diater, simultaneously attacked the teor.
At a distance of only ten thousand miles from the teor, they suddenly rged into one, transforming into a massive Abyssal Energy torrent, over three hundred and fifty miles in diater, attacking the teor at a faster speed.
The Winged Demon didn’t wait for the result of the collision between the Abyssal Energy torrent and the teor, but instead flapped its wings again, flying towards the Betula Continent.
Since speed was no use, it decided to return and escape with the other demons.
"Boom—"
In the rear, a part of the golden radiance from the teor transford into a golden barrier, initially colliding with the Abyssal Energy torrent.
Upon their collision, the golden barrier quickly dimd, but it wasn’t instantly shattered.
The teor cleaved through the Abyssal torrent, dividing the vast torrent into two.
"Crack—"
Upon passing through half the Abyssal torrent, the golden barrier on the teor shattered, and the teor itself collided with the Abyssal torrent.
"Crash—"
The Abyssal torrent struck the teor, only corroding less than half a mile of its outer teorite shell before the teor completely split it in two.
Breaking through the Abyssal torrent, the teor continued towards the Winged Demon, which hadn’t escaped too far.
The Winged Demon didn’t pause anymore, instead, its wings quivered, erecting an Abyssal Energy Defense Barrier around itself, continuing to fly towards the Betula Continent.
The nearly untouched teorite proved that counterattacks were futile.
"Oh, is it really making a counterattack?" Lor noted the Winged Demon, now within his perception range again, and breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "Fortunately, I was cautious, otherwise, I might have directly encountered the Winged Demon."
Even if he did et it head-on, he could escape using the Space Jumping Witchcraft, but being caught within the Winged Demon’s perception range would significantly increase the danger.
The current Void Realm Witchcraft didn’t give him the confidence to endure a fourth-tier attack head-on.
"Ssshhh—"
Lor directly executed the Space Jumping Witchcraft, leaping seventeen thousand miles southeast to wherever there was no secondary mark.
"Crash—crack—"
Just then, the teor finally caught up with the continuously fleeing Winged Demon, instantly shattering its surrounding Defense Barrier and striking its back.
"Ugh—boom—"
The Winged Demon’s wail and the teor’s explosion echoed simultaneously, the sound reverberating for thousands of miles.
Monts later.
As the explosion’s aftershock faded, a Winged Demon with severely damaged limbs and wings reduced to bone fras appeared at the explosion’s center.
"Seventy percent of the source,"
The Winged Demon was releasing the scant Power of Origin from its shattered core to repair its body, a chill in its heart. "Just one teor consud seventy percent of my source. If there’s another one..."
It was both repairing its body and flapping its skeletal wings, spewing Abyssal Energy to propel itself forward.
Now its flight speed was more than ten tis slower than when uninjured.
It still wanted to flee, not willing to die like this; it hadn’t indulged in human souls enough yet.
On the other side.
"Ssshhh—"
Lor, having restored his Elental Energy, executed a space jump, once again arriving fifteen thousand miles away from the Winged Demon.
"It’s quite tragic," he remarked upon sensing the Winged Demon’s situation. His eyes were cold as he reactivated the Great teor Rune Model in his Sea of Consciousness.
Abyssal Demons and Wizards were absolute adversaries, with no room for reconciliation.
And because lower-level Abyssal Demons were too chaotic in consciousness to be dosticated as slaves, they weren’t even qualified to form a slave army.
Their only use was to be raised in the lowest Abyss, to be killed for Bloodline Wizards to transform into Abyssal Wizards.
After activating the Great teor Rune Model this ti, Lor did not activate the Space Jumping Witchcraft again.
The current Winged Demon was just a post-season locust; there was no fear of it jumping again.
"Woo—"
The second teor appeared, continuing its assault towards the Winged Demon.
"I’m not willing!" The Winged Demon sensed the ergence of a second teor, unleashing an earth-shaking roar, yet its heart was full of despair.
It knew it was finished.
"Boom—kaboom—"
Once again, the teor crashed into the Winged Demon’s body, exploding.
This ti, the Winged Demon was directly blown to pieces.
"Ssshhh—"
Seeing this, Lor imdiately executed a space jump, moving closer to collect the Winged Demon’s remaining valuable body materials and Abyss Crystals into his Space Ring, and then continued his search for the next fast-moving, isolated target.
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