"What''s going on?"


    Saro stood up from the ground and was about to bend over to clean the dust on his body. His ears moved slightly, concentrating and feeling the slight trembling in the space.


    "Earthquake?" the camp leader hesitated and looked around. There were only seven adventurers around them, most of whom fell into other half planes and dispersed.


    People stood on the dark red gravel and watched. There was nothing in the land shrouded by unknown green clouds. It was quiet around.


    "This should be the material space created by the nine headed giant snake. Based on this, its ability is definitely above the legend." Sharon was worried that monsters that can grow into legends are not easy to deal with. Moreover, this space was familiar, which gave him a bad premonition.


    "We should find a way to leave quickly," suggested the camp leader.


    "That''s right."


    Saro squinted around, not as careless as before: "such a space cannot be created out of thin air. It has a material base point. Find it and destroy it, and we can leave."


    ……


    Dang!!!


    Monebalo''s blade and Caesar''s fist are firmly against each other. They have huge body differences. Monebalo is almost recognized as a devil by Caesar. He has a huge body like the Lord of the abyss. The end of the huge bat wing behind him is still burning a dark green flame, while Caesar has not lifted his disguise and still maintains the human body.


    But the power seems to be half the weight.


    Caesar obviously felt a steady stream of power gushing out of the other side. This brute force acted on the long blade, and it was rising with his continuous exertion.


    "Monet, is it the nine headed giant snake in people''s mouth? As a derivative, that is, you are better than I thought."


    Caesar did not expect that he had raised the power of camouflage to this point. The monster could stop himself: "I''m a little looking forward to seeing that monster. I hope it can make me excited."


    He suddenly released his strength and stopped wrestling. He pulled back and avoided the sharp blade while monebalo was holding the long blade forward. His right hand was like a knife and hit monebalo''s arm used to hold the blade.


    Pooh.


    The sound of flesh and blood skin being cut.


    Shua, monebalo''s huge body suddenly disappeared in its place.


    Caesar was stunned. Before he could react, he felt a huge force crashing down behind him.


    Boom!


    His backhand is an elbow, but his humanoid limbs limit his destructive and defensive power. Hitting monebalo''s claw with the elbow can''t stop the attack.


    The demon like monster appeared behind him at some time, raised its front hooves and slashed him with a huge blade.


    Before he could react, one of monebalo''s claws swept from the other direction and slapped him heavily on the waist with a strong wind.


    Boom!


    Caesar was pulled out and crashed into the dark red land in the distance. The smoke and dust were surging and the gravel splashed, like the shell of a large caliber heavy gun.


    "How annoying..."


    In the dusty smoke, Caesar slowly climbed up and twisted his neck: "it''s too long to adapt to the humanoid body... I don''t know how to fight..."


    Wow.


    Monebarlow''s iron chain was also lifted up by it and pulled on Caesar''s head.


    Slowing down, we can see that half of the head of the black robed man was completely concave, and his cheeks, eyeballs and mouth were all distorted and deformed. Then he was hit again by lightning and fell into another piece of land.


    Monet baromai ran after him with four hooves. Just halfway through the rush, he picked up the long blade again. A huge claw almost the same size as its head suddenly rushed out of the smoke and grabbed its head.


    "Roar."


    Monebarlow let out a low roar, and his body staggered forward. He was pulled forward uncontrollably by a huge force. He tried to tilt his body back and step out four deep gullies on the ground, but he still couldn''t change the situation.


    In the billowing smoke and dust, the fog gradually dispersed, revealing a giant claw covered with black scales and thorns.


    "Wait a minute."


    Caesar grabbed monebalo, and his body still maintained a humanoid shape. Only his right arm became a terrible claw. As he said, he rubbed his face with his hand until his face returned to intact.


    Caesar held Monet Barlow''s head in one hand, held it high and hung it in the air: "since the pseudo state can''t deal with it, let''s release one tenth of its strength."


    His body is still only about 1.8 meters, but the extended right claw continues to enlarge to more than 10 meters, and even can carry the huge monebalo. The scene is very strange and quite scary.


    Qiang Qiang


    Monebalo tried his best to beat and hold his giant claw with his arm and blade, but it didn''t help. Caesar''s terror, which released the real power, was not of the same order of magnitude just because of the body comparison. The right claw on the opposite side was similar to its body size.


    "Is Eucalyptus at the nine headed serpent?"


    Caesar stared at the monster''s fierce eyes and asked, "and how do I get out of here?"


    "Dragon, slave."


    The voice of mocking hypocrisy and dying uncertainty came out of monebarlow''s mouth. The sentence was like a poisonous snake crawling on the mouth of a dead man, delicate, small and creepy and deadly: "you think you have won, but you have nothing except decay, quill..."


    Bang.


    The head exploded, and the dark green and white serous flesh and blood exploded in all directions. The weight of monebaro''s huge headless corpse fell to the ground, and the sour blood rushed out of his neck like a fountain.


    "Don''t say it."


    Caesar took back his claws and shook off the filth on his hands. Listening to these nutritious nonsense is to murder brain cells: "I don''t want to hear anything else."


    It doesn''t take much effort for Caesar to leave this space. As early as a few years ago, his battle with azrils, the king of the devil, destroyed a half plane, which is the real material space and has the potential to form a new world, but it''s different here. This place is just a created and fragile half plane.


    Caesar had a good time, and his claws slowly pierced into the fragile void, rippling painful ripples. Then, the space in front of Caesar began to dissolve and turn into a dark vortex absorbing light.


    As time goes on, the periphery of the cavity also begins to spread outward.


    From the perspective of potential plane observation, it will be found that this unstable space has a bulge, then expands, disintegrates, spreads rapidly, and is swallowed up by nothingness and chaos.


    The painful will of the space creator is like boiling iron, burning every nerve of itself. It realizes that it limits something difficult to control, and this way of getting out of control will cause great harm to itself.


    Request, threat, roar... Many emotions came to this gradually destroyed space to convey their wishes to the originator of the disaster. However, Caesar still went his own way, tore up all the half planes and returned to the thorns of ayladia.