Lor sensed the vague space marker and finally locked onto a group of demons accompanied by only five fourth-tier demons.
"Ssss—Ssss—"
After executing two consecutive space jumps, he directly arrived fifteen thousand miles away from this demon group. His spiritual power activated the Great teor Rune Model, starting the perception.
In his perception image, a Blood Demon, two Bone Demons, and two Horned Demons were flying forward side by side, separated by about two thousand miles.
"Bone Demons are the hardest to kill, better leave them for later," Lor thought to himself. "First, let’s hit the Blood Demon with a Great teor Technique and see their reaction."
He re-marked the Blood Demon with a main marker, then activated the Great teor Technique and Space Jumping Witchcraft simultaneously.
"Ssss—Whoosh—"
A crimson gold teor jumped out from the Divine Realm Space, aiming straight at the only Blood Demon in the demon group.
At the sa ti, Lor appeared thirty-two thousand miles away from this demon group.
While absorbing magic crystals to restore elental energy, he closely monitored the movents of the five vague space markers ahead.
...
"He’s pursuing us."
The Blood Demon saw the teor crashing directly toward it and grim-faced, transmitted to the four demons accompanying it, "I’ll defend with all my might, you quickly spread out to find him."
"Don’t think about escaping; he’s already targeting us. Escape is impossible."
Even though they had already established a demon contract when setting off together, the Blood Demon was still a bit uneasy.
Afraid that several companion demons might prefer to break the contract, pay the price, and run away, leaving it truly dood.
"Alright."
"Rest assured."
The remaining four demons nodded one after another, swiftly dispersing in the four directions of east, west, south, and north, releasing their full Power of Perception, seemingly trying to locate the teor releaser.
But for so reason, when they moved five thousand miles away from the Blood Demon, their flying speed unavoidably began to slow down sowhat.
"Sure enough, they’ve co." Lor sensed the dispersed space markers and sighed slightly in his heart.
With the other four demons around, he clearly couldn’t go for the Blood Demon in the center for a finishing blow and complete the quick kill.
If it’s just this, it’s actually not so bad. Worst-case, he’d just have to hit the closest Horned Demon once more, then change position and slowly kite them.
His greatest worry was that this demon group might find themselves unable to locate him and ultimately decide to converge with other demon groups.
Once too many demons gather, they’ll easily discover his weakness, which is the slow release frequency of teors.
If more than twenty fourth-tier demons gather, then adopt a mutual crossing tactic, each shielding the teor and continuously seeking his location, it’s basically impossible for him to easily kill fourth-tier demons.
"Things may not be that bad." Lor shook his head, suppressing his worries. "If these demons could indeed unite to that extent, would they still be called demons?"
...
"Crack—Boom—"
At this mont, the first teor released by Lor landed on the Blood Demon in the center, covered layer upon layer by blood mist, piercing through the blood mist and exploding, emitting a huge rumbling sound.
As the firelight of the explosion faded, it revealed the blood-demon charred black, bleeding profusely.
"What kind of witchcraft is this? Obviously, it doesn’t have attached Power of Origin, yet it managed to consu sixty percent of my origin at once." The Blood Demon’s heart sank. If hit by that teor again, it would practically face certain death.
It looked down at the blood flowing from its body; those blood droplets that were initially splashing outward instantly stopped, and in the next mont, reversed direction, flowing back into the Blood Demon.
Correspondingly, the injuries on the Blood Demon healed quickly, visibly to the naked eye.
However, it was clear to its mind; this was rely a superficial recovery.
The deficiency of origin couldn’t be so easily replenished.
As soon as calm returned to this side, four strands of Power of Perception ca flocking over, carefully examining the Blood Demon’s condition.
"Just this hit, consud sixty percent of origin?"
"Run, I don’t want to get hit by a teorite."
"Run run run!"
After procrastinating for a while, the demons that had only flown eight thousand miles effortlessly changed direction, continuing to flee opposite the Betula Continent.
In that instant, the origin power within the four demons inexplicably reduced by another ten percent.
"You guys..."
The Blood Demon saw the actions of its four companions and gritted its teeth in anger, raising its left hand, mobilizing twenty percent of its origin power toward the Horned Demon that first suggested fleeing, "If I die, you’ll have to die with !"
After being injured, its flying speed plumted, clearly falling behind.
Under current circumstances, the outco of falling behind was obvious.
Since death is certain regardless, why not drag along the one it despised the most to accompany in its demise?
"Gurgle—Aah—"
As the Blood Demon clenched its fist, the Horned Demon trembled, blood gushed like spring water from all over its body, uttering a pitiful wail.
Once the Horned Demon’s blood sprayed outside, it coalesced into shackles, binding it firmly to the spot.
The other three demons saw this and tacitly ignored it, continuing to flee forward.
...
On the other side.
"Sothing seems wrong?!" Lor sensed the suddenly shifted vague markers, feeling a bit puzzled in his heart.
Originally, he had planned to continue engaging in space jumps as the demons searched over, prepared to slowly wear them down.
But now, three demon markers abruptly began moving north, while two markers still remained in place.
If he were in the north, it would be normal, reasonable to assu these demons discovered him, pursuing him.
Leaving one demon to care for the wounded in place would make perfect sense.
But the issue was that he was in the south...
Lor glanced at the sea of consciousness, discovering that his elental energy had restored to ninety-five percent, and driven by curiosity, he activated the Space Jump Rune Model.
"Ssss—"
Tearing through space, Lor once again jumped fifteen thousand miles away from the two last-falling fourth-tier demons, dispersing perception.
Two demons tugging at each other ca into perception.
Lor felt that this scene was sowhat familiar, as if he had seen it sowhere before.
"They certainly live up to being demons..." Lor suddenly beca speechless; he realized he might have overestimated these demons earlier.
Third-tier demons love to drag companions down, and fourth-tier demons haven’t changed much.
Without the Eye Demon Commander’s group, the demons were indeed scattered sand!
Without thinking further, Lor switched the main marker, first launching a Great teor Technique at the Horned Demon in relatively good condition.
"Whoosh—"
"No!" The Horned Demon had only just broken free from the Blood Demon’s grip, intent on fleeing, when it saw the incoming teor, its heart filled with resentnt and hatred for the Blood Demon.
Had it not been for this creature dood to die holding it back, it might have escaped.
"Boom—"
The teor descended, and the Horned Demon, already having had twenty percent of its origin power drained by the Blood Demon previously, was further drained by seventy percent.
The injuries of two demons reached the sa level.
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