The black light darted in all directions, and Wen Yu dodged the wildly waving branches of the Catastrophe Ancient Tree, in the blink of an eye, already reaching the tree's crown!

Though with extremely strong defensive power and recovery ability, the Catastrophe Ancient Tree's point-to-point attacking power was simply something Wen Yu couldn't bear to look at—it hadn't even made any effective interceptions on him!

Standing on the crown of the Catastrophe Ancient Tree, surrounded by its frantically waving branches, the branches that struck Wen Yu were immediately blocked by the black light around him, causing no harm.

Sensing the strength emanating from the branches, Wen Yu furrowed his brow, finding it truly hard to understand the essence of this thing—it was said to be a living organism, yet it had no soul; it was said not to be a living organism, yet it had basic intelligence, capable of autonomously seeking enemies, assessing the battlefield situation, and even reacting to sudden events.

Moreover, the Catastrophe Ancient Tree beneath Wen Yu's feet couldn't be measured by specific physical qualities in terms of its power—a powerful entity indeed, absorbing Demon Fiends at a speed like harvesting wheat, combined with its massive size and tens of thousands of attack points, making it a dream for a regular Level 5 lifeform to hope to defeat it.

However, saying it's not powerful is also true in that it posed little threat to Wen Yu, as the more attack points there are, the more scattered the power becomes. Compared to Wen Yu, this giant tree was like comparing a kilogram of cotton to a kilogram of iron; even if the total strength was comparable, in one-on-one combat, Wen Yu's form had a definitive advantage.

After a moment of fruitless contemplation, Wen Yu waved his hand, and the countless branches surrounding him were instantly pushed away by the force of darkness. Sensing the strength returned from the branches, and the omnipresent, corrosive purple aura, Wen Yu expressionlessly raised his right hand.

The darkness energy condensed, and black light suddenly flashed.

The roaring black light furiously tore through everything around with even more ferocity, in an instant, Wen Yu only saw wood chips flying and purple liquid splattering until the shattered wood in front of him was stripped clean.

The Catastrophe Ancient Tree beneath emitted deep roars, afterward, the sound of a torrent of Demon Fiends rushing filled Wen Yu's ears, and the branches just shattered by the force of darkness started sprouting again, quickly growing, enveloping Wen Yu in dense branches once more.

"A war of attrition... this won't do..."

Destruction and rebirth cancelled each other, and Wen Yu sadly realized that if he allowed the Catastrophe Ancient Tree to feed, he might never be able to kill this creature.

So, strategy change!

An idea struck Wen Yu's mind, and the cloak of darkness energy suddenly expanded, while an endless black mist surged from Wen Yu's body, instantly covering the entire form of the Catastrophe Ancient Tree!

The long-unused Pitch-dark World appeared once again before the eyes of the world!

...

"Get down! Get down!!!"

The three heads roared furiously, like three enormous speakers amplifying Diers' roar to the extreme.

The madness and anger in his tone were completely unveiled.

However, an enraged roar is the most useless thing; hearing Diers' furious proclamation, Cyclops not only didn't let go but clenched his teeth even tighter.

A lot of blood splattered from the wound, the dark, viscous, and foul-smelling Demon Dragon's blood was the best drink for Cyclops; at the moment, Cyclops' fangs, like vacuum tubes, endlessly sucked the Demon Dragon's blood into his stomach, which was quickly digested and absorbed.

"Roar!!!"

The pain from the wound made Diers let out a miserable howl, the right head, caught by the neck, couldn't move at all, and the middle main head attempted to retaliate but was tightly entangled by Star.

Two against one, even for Diers' might, was a challenge beyond his means!

"Bastard, hurry over and support me!"

The left head, pinned into the ground by Star's back paw, roared in fury, trying to get its "teammates" to break the stalemate for it.

However, where were the teammates...

At this moment, in the distance, flames and a black silhouette entangled each other, showing no sign of splitting in a short time—that was Victor and the Third Generation Seed of Flames.

Further away, two terrifying creatures, which could even be considered monsters in Diers' eyes, greeted each other with fists and feet, every punch seeming to shatter space itself, emitting the violent Sound Explode Cloud—that was Faceless in Tang Haofei's state and the Demon Spirit's Soul Abiogenetic Creation, the Corpse King!

As facts demonstrated, even the toys casually made by a Level 11 powerful expert were unimaginable for beings at Level 5 or so, and at least Diers considered himself no match for that Corpse King.

And the remaining ones...

Further away, the Glory Squad of the Ancient Demons exchanged hesitant, worried glances—they wondered how they could intervene in this situation?

"Hurry over!"

Diers' roar got a notch louder, the middle main head let out a violent howl, then got hammered dizzy by Star's headbutt, spitting mouthfuls of blood.

Seeing this, the captain of the Glory Squad of the Ancient Demons knew there was no choice but to fight and waved at the team members, as dozens of Ancient Demons sped toward Diers' position in shadows.

...

"Huff, huff..."

Two streams of white vapor spurted from Cyclops' large nostrils, as he clenched his jaw, locked tightly onto Diers' right head, his sharp front claws clawed relentlessly at Diers' body; even Diers' strength couldn't fully defend against Cyclops' frantic attack. The tough scales splintered one by one, the flesh and blood clawed into shreds by Cyclops!

Above, Diers' sturdy wings were like large door panels, continuously beating Cyclops' body; the terrifying power thrashed Cyclops into a mess of blood and flesh, even curving his spine into an abnormal arc; however, therein lay a paradox.

Knowing full well Cyclops grew stronger the more he fought, Diers couldn't afford to let Cyclops cling to his neck like a Vampire, absorbing his blood. Cyclops, in his mad dog state, clamped on Diers' neck tightly, putting Diers in a dilemma.

By now, Diers distinctly felt the power of the gray giant dog getting stronger, the bite force growing more terrifying, and the speed of his own blood loss accelerating!

Until the Glory Squad of the Ancient Demons collectively rushed over...

A fierce current of heat surged from the bite, the black flames splattered from Cyclops' mouth, instantly charring Diers' flesh beneath the scales black, and in the next moment, Cyclops yanked hard with his neck, tearing away a large piece of flesh and bone. The excruciating pain made Diers roar, his wings flapped once more, but Cyclops had already leaped away.

"Star, this one's yours now!"

"Roger."