Chapter 736: Chapter 480: Legendary Demon, Lord Bloodline, and a Bounty Head!_2

Unfortunately, his Undead Summoned Creatures weren’t intelligent enough to let Fang Zhou completely free up his hands.

After eating and drinking his fill, Fang Zhou tidied up briefly and leaned against the cliff face. He activated a portable Meditation Array, sat cross-legged beneath the overhang, and prepared to begin the day’s cultivation.

CRACK!

Just as Fang Zhou’s mind was immersed in his Corpse Clone over in the Wasteland of Strife, the air at the edge of a bush several hundred meters away shimmered and twisted.

Invisibly, the withered grass on the ground depressed slightly as a shadowy figure slowly approached the meditating Fang Zhou.

In a state of optical invisibility, Azklos completely concealed his aura. His dark-red eyes were devoid of killing intent, appearing transparent and hollow.

This approach prevented the intense killing intent in his eyes from provoking a reaction from his target, while also allowing him to notice every stir in the surrounding environment.

As an evil race that dominated the Mythical World, the Abyssal Demons’ system of inherited power was far more complete and potent than the human Professional system. This was especially true for the ennobled aristocrats among the Abyssal Demons; nearly every one of them received a complete set of their race’s Profession inheritance, making them incredibly versatile.

This was why Azklos, after being exposed during the day, had quickly broken out of the military teams’ encirclement and slowly escaped the center of the siege.

He hadn’t expected to encounter a lone genius of a human Professional here. And judging from the aura emitted during meditation, the human was merely Lower Bronze. With his current strength, he could instantly kill someone of such a weak level, giving the human no chance to send a signal and expose his position.

Seize this human’s communication device. I’ll see if I can fabricate my location to draw those elite teams away. Our operation has clearly been exposed, but the temporary spatial rift hasn’t been discovered yet. As long as I can circle back to the previous cave and return to the third layer of the Abyss alive, it will be a victory!

Just as Azklos was plotting his next move, controlling his aura and killing intent as he slowly approached, the meditating Fang Zhou suddenly snapped his eyes open.

"I didn’t expect to have Military Merit delivered right to my doorstep this late at night."

As he spoke, Fang Zhou slowly rose to his feet. He gripped the Soul Shattering Magic Ball, his eyes flashing with the light of his Soul Eagle Eye as he gazed toward the invisible Azklos.

Fang Zhou was in an exceptionally good mood. After beheading that Troll Descendant during the day, he had traveled for hundreds of kilometers but failed to claim a single Demon Worshiper’s head. He had originally thought it was a hopeless endeavor, assuming all the cultists had been wiped out. He never expected a target to deliver itself to him in the middle of the night.

"Human, you actually discovered me?"

With a deep voice, Azklos slowly materialized in the air. He frowned slightly, feeling inexplicably irritable.

This invasion had been nothing but trouble. The agreed-upon half-month recuperation period should have been enough for him, a Six-armed Snake Demon Lord, to recover most of his strength. But unexpectedly, he was exposed within just a few days, forced into action by his Lord, and then besieged by a large number of human military experts.

Even though he was besieged, with his strength recovered to the Middle Bronze rank and enhanced by his Abyssal Demon Marquis title, killing human Professionals of the same rank would have been simple. Even if he were temporarily at a disadvantage, he could have escaped whenever he wished. But those humans worked in teams of at least five and had cultivated the Iron Blood Battle Formation, which was specifically designed for encircling and killing Abyssal Demon elites on the Human-Demon Battlefield. With his Abyssal Desecration Aura suppressed, he had been forced to take a minor injury to escape.

Afterward, acting cautiously and swallowing his pride, he finally escaped to the outskirts of the encirclement and could breathe a little easier. And now, some weak human genius he’d randomly encountered had actually discovered him while he was stealthed.

Looking at Azklos, who looked nothing like an ordinary Demon Worshiper, Fang Zhou’s eyes widened in surprise. "A Six-armed Snake Demon? Your aura is quite strong. It seems you’re the leader of these stowaways."

He had seen and killed many Abyssal Demons before, but they were all low-tier ones like Little Inferior Demons, Demon Children, Horned Demons, and Fiery Demons. He had truly never seen, let alone fought, a middle-high tier elite demon like a Six-armed Snake Demon.

Fang Zhou’s words, however, made Azklos feel deeply insulted. He couldn’t help but flick out his forked tongue, his voice turning to ice.

"Insolent human! I am a great Demon Lord, blessed with the bloodline of a legendary Lord! For your offense, I will make your death excruciating. You will regret ever being born!"

As he spoke, six different scale-patterned Demon Blades appeared in Azklos’s hands. His presence changed in an instant as a terrifying aura of Magic Energy erupted from his body. Under this terrifying pressure, every snake, insect, rat, and Fierce Beast within a hundred-meter radius fled in a panic, driven by instinctual fear.

This astonishing scene made Fang Zhou’s eyes narrow. He spoke slowly, "A Demon Lord? Legendary bloodline? It seems you really are different from the trash I killed before."

"Indeed." Azklos lifted his chin slightly, his savage, serpentine face filled with arrogance. "The Abyssal Demon race has stood proudly in the Mythical World for countless years. We are beyond comparison to you lowly humans from Blue Star."

Fang Zhou’s face remained expressionless, but inwardly, he was on high alert. It seemed tonight was going to be a fierce battle. This Six-armed Snake Demon Lord’s aura felt equivalent to a Middle Bronze, and he had to be extremely powerful; otherwise, he wouldn’t dare boast of being invincible against other races of the same rank.

As Fang Zhou stood on guard, Azklos’s figure, radiating overwhelming demonic power hundreds of meters away, suddenly vanished into the night.

The night was black as ink. Moonlight shattered into icy shards within the pale blue eye sockets of the Skeleton Warhorse, sprinkling across Fang Zhou’s temporary undead camp. The Skeleton Throne, built by a Corrupt Hatred, glowed with a ghostly white luster under the moonlight. The dark gold patterns on Fang Zhou’s Dusk Robe shimmered slightly in the night breeze. The Soul Shattering Magic Ball hovered in his palm, rotating slowly. The Nether Stone on its surface pulsed with a deep purple light, creating a strange resonance with the surrounding Undead Creatures. Corpse Warriors stood guard in precise geometric formations, their Bone Shields occasionally bumping together with low thuds. A swarm of Skeleton Bats circled overhead, their wings beating at a steady rate of more than ten times per second. The air was thick with the stench of decay. A dark green, poisonous mist from the Rotting Aura flowed slowly around the camp, corroding the surrounding weeds and insects into a black slime. Tiamat was curled at Fang Zhou’s feet, its Black Gem-like scales absorbing the moonlight. Its Death Aura silenced all insect chirps within a hundred-meter radius. Vigus hovered by Fang Zhou’s side, a dark green light flickering in her eyes. She gripped a staff condensed from Resentful Souls, ready to unleash the destructive power of Double Casting at a moment’s notice.

Where did that Six-armed Snake Demon go?

Suddenly, the scales on Tiamat’s spine stood on end. Its Nether Dragon’s Might erupted uncontrollably, startling a large swath of the Skeleton Bats into flight.

Fang Zhou’s pupils contracted. The pale blue ripples of his Soul Eagle Eye spread across his vision, instantly locking onto a distortion in the air tens of meters to his left.

Azklos’s serpentine tail materialized in the moonlight for less than a tenth of a second. His six Demon Blades had already kicked up a vicious gale as they swept toward the Undead Legion.

The outermost Corpse Warriors didn’t even have time to turn before their Poisoned Bone Shields were sliced into six pieces by the Armor-Piercing Demon Blade, sending bone fragments flying. Following that, a Soul-Eroding Short Sword struck like a viper, piercing the skulls of three Skeleton Archers. Bone arrows spilled from their quivers onto the ground. The third Demon Blade, a Frost Heavy Hammer, descended with a biting chill. It smashed a Skeleton Knight—mount and all—into dust, and the Frost Power spread across the ground, freezing the surrounding soil.

The Corrupt Hatred roared and swung its Giant Axe, the heavy blade whistling through the air toward Azklos. However, the Snake Demon Lord’s figure flickered like a ghost. He used Void Wanderer to instantly evade the deadly strike.

The next moment, he teleported behind Fang Zhou. His remaining three arms swung a Flame Saber, a Thunder Battle Halberd, and a Corrosive Poison Chain Hammer, all striking at the Undead Mage’s back simultaneously.

CLANG!

A Bone Shield from Death Protection solidified just in the nick of time. The three Demon Blades struck it, creating a spray of brilliant sparks and flying bone fragments.