Chapter 3318

No one had ever seen a battle of this level, and they were all shocked.

Mo Long was both shocked and angry. This kind of existence was too powerful.

The Wind Demon and the Shadow Demon were both suppressed and fell one after another.

If this continued, the people he had brought with him would all die.

Mo Long shouted and retreated. The upper realm demons all retreated as if they had been pardoned.

Soon, only Mo Long and Zi Chen were left on the battlefield.

Zi Chen glanced at the group of Upper Realm Demons who were retreating. Fear rose in their hearts and they retreated again.

Zi Chen looked at Mo Long and said, "It's your turn now."

Mo Long held his spear and snorted. His eyes were filled with murderous intent. "Die!"

He charged straight at Zi Chen with the power of the Unity of the Divine Spear.

Zi Chen put away his stone saber and a sharp blade appeared in his hand. This was the Spirit Ascended Warrior that he had obtained from Wakas.

Clang!

The two weapons met, and a powerful force shook the battlefield.

The two quickly retreated, and then like two streams of light, they collided again.

In the sky, the sound of collision could be heard, and sparks flew everywhere.

The group of demons felt a chill in their hearts. This Spirit Race of unknown origin was actually so powerful that he could fight against the leader of the Demonic Dragons.

On the Spirit Tribe's side, everyone's faces were filled with joy. The more powerful Lord Zi Chen was, the safer they would be.

At this time, the battle had ended. The Spirit Race and Demon Race stood in two different places, watching the battle in the sky.

Obviously, the outcome of the battle between Zi Chen and Mo Long would determine the final direction of the battle.

"Demon Spear Pierces the Sun!"

Mo Long roared, and the aura on his spear surged. It was as if there was a dark demon sun as he stabbed at Zi Chen.

The void was distorted, and a powerful aura spread.

Zi Chen held the sharp blade in his hand, and the power of thunder in Abdomen continued to flow into it.

Lightning flashed on the sharp blade, and the two attacks collided again.

The two were sent flying again, and they were still evenly matched.

Mo Long stared coldly at Zi Chen from a distance of nearly a thousand feet. Demonic Qi surged from his body and continued to rise.

A black demonic dragon appeared out of thin air. Its body was hundreds of feet long, and it enveloped the demonic dragon's body.

This method seemed to have fused with the soul of the Demon Dragon.

In the sky, the air was constantly distorted as a powerful pressure descended from the sky.

Sensing this aura, the Devil Clan cheered. Apparently, their Lord Mo Long had used his strongest technique.

The reason why his Lordship was called the Demonic Dragon was because he had inadvertently refined the soul of a Demonic Dragon. It was said that this Demonic Dragon possessed the bloodline of the Ancient Demonic Spirit Dragon.

As for the Ancient Demon Spirit Dragon, it was one of the few powerful creatures of the Demon Race.

The Demon Dragon enjoyed an extremely high reputation in the Demon Domain, and it was all thanks to the Demon Dragon's soul.

The moment the Demonic Spirit Dragon appeared, Zi Chen felt a sense of pressure. A sense of danger welled up in his heart.

The surrounding space was distorted, and the Demon Spirit Dragon swung its tail.

Whoosh!

Zi Chen's body disappeared from his original spot and appeared on the other side. He had dodged the attack, but the strong force still landed on his body in advance.

The Demonic Spirit Dragon opened its mouth, and a dragon's roar resounded through the sky.

A strange fluctuation entered Zi Chen's sea of consciousness. Zi Chen felt his soul become chaotic.

At this moment, his vision blurred. The Demonic Spirit Dragon had already reached out its claws.

With a bang, Zi Chen's body was sent flying.

Blood streaked through the air.

The Demonic Spirit Dragon's attack was unimaginably powerful. Zi Chen was injured.

Standing thousands of feet away, Zi Chen looked at the Demonic Spirit Dragon in front of him with a solemn expression.

The Demonic Spirit Dragon swooped down and opened its bloody mouth. A dragon's roar resounded through the sky again.

Countless bolts of lightning exploded around Zi Chen. The light was dazzling and eye-catching.

In the distance, both the Demon Race and the Spirit Race stared ahead nervously.

An invisible force surged out from the Demonic Spirit Dragon's body. Like shackles, it firmly wrapped around Zi Chen's body.

Zi Chen felt that his body was restricted, as if it was fixed.

A shadow fell, and the Demonic Spirit Dragon approached.

The dazzling lightning suddenly disappeared, and the Demonic Spirit Dragon closed its mouth.

"He was swallowed?"

The faces of the Spirit Race people changed.

At this moment, lightning flashed beside the Demonic Spirit Dragon. It was dazzling. Before the crowd could cheer, Zi Chen's attack landed.

Thunderous Punch!

A roar resounded through the sky. The Demonic Spirit Dragon's body seemed to materialize and rolled away.

Zi Chen stood in the distance and did not attack. Lightning flashed on his body, and in his sea of consciousness, his soul was simulating the Nine Flashes of Lightning.

Just a moment ago, Zi Chen had been suppressed and could not move his body. However, in an instant, the Nine Fleeting Thunderbolts changed and allowed him to escape.

Zi Chen could not grasp this change for the time being.

So, he was waiting.

The rolling Demonic Spirit Dragon stabilized its body and turned its head. Its pair of cold eyes stared at Zi Chen again.

The dragon's roar resounded again. The Demonic Spirit Dragon flew forward, its body winding.

Zi Chen remained motionless. The formless pressure from before appeared once again.

His body was blocked.

A shadow fell from the sky. Looking at the Demonic Spirit Dragon's wide open mouth, Zi Chen felt threatened.

At this moment, the Nine Fleeting Lightning in his soul that was constantly simulating changed once again.

A bolt of lightning appeared under his feet, as if it had opened up a space for him. Zi Chen's figure flashed and disappeared.

He appeared on the other side of the Demonic Spirit Dragon and punched out again.

With a roar, the Demonic Spirit Dragon was sent flying for the second time.

"Is that the Thunder Flash?"

Freud looked at Zi Chen, who disappeared twice. His expression changed.

The Thunder Clan was a big clan in the Saint Spirit Realm. They occupied the Thunder Territory, which was rich in resources. There were many powerhouses there, and there were many Thunder Clan techniques on the Thunder Tree.

According to the rumors, the Thunder Clan had an extremely fast movement technique called the Thunder Flash. In the entire Saint Spirit Realm, the Thunder Flash was one of the highest-grade movement techniques.

At this moment, looking at Zi Chen's flickering body, a thought appeared in Freud's mind.

Of course, it was just a thought. He had never been to the Thunder Territory and had never met anyone from the Thunder Clan. His knowledge of the Thunder Flash was limited to hearsay.

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Zi Chen had vaguely grasped some tricks from the two changes in the lightning.

When the Demon Spirit Dragon charged at him for the third time, Zi Chen succeeded once again when the pressure landed on him.

This time, he disappeared even faster.

In a flash, he appeared beside the Demonic Spirit Dragon.

After two changes, the Demonic Spirit Dragon was on guard. Just as Zi Chen's body flashed, the Demonic Spirit Dragon swept its tail at him.

Whoosh!

Zi Chen's body flashed again.

The Demon Spirit Dragon's body twisted and twisted, and its dragon claws attacked Zi Chen.

Lightning flashed around Zi Chen, and he disappeared again.

"This is the Thunder Flash!"

The Demonic Spirit Dragon's cold eyes were filled with shock.

Whoosh!

A saber light flashing with lightning fell from the sky and slashed the Demonic Spirit Dragon's head.

The saber light slashed down, and a sorrowful cry was heard.

The Demonic Spirit Dragon's head was chopped off.

Zi Chen held the enlarged stone saber in his hand. Countless bolts of lightning surged around him, making him look like a Thunder God.

With its head chopped off, the Demonic Spirit Dragon's body fell to the ground.