Demon King Bai Mu stood before the divine sword, his eyes blazing as he looked at Zhang Guangmu, as if stating an objective fact: "Now, I will personally usher in the Third Era, strip the Demon Hunting Magic Ring of its hypocritical mask, and restore it to the essence of a demonic magic ring!"
His words were full of swagger, but he had no intention of charging in to fight Zhang Guangmu one-on-one. He simply stood where he was.
Sentiment had once made Demon King Bai Mu consider giving Zhang Guangmu a perfect finale in an honorable one-on-one decisive battle, writing a glorious opening chapter for the demons' official rise.
But reason told him that gradually wearing down Zhang Guangmu's stamina, energy, willpower, and Demon Forging Power through successive battles was the correct approach!
After weighing the pros and cons, Bai Mu chose the lowest-risk method—making full use of the Demon Race Magic Ring's favor toward him and relying on its nearly endless power to grind Zhang Guangmu to death bit by bit!
With this plan, even if Zhang Guangmu wanted to fight his way out, break through the Azure Flame Magic Beasts' encirclement, reach Bai Mu, and carry out a decapitation operation, he would only fall into the trap Bai Mu had prepared in advance!
Rumble...
The beasts constructed from white azure flames and the black-flame wings collided and clashed at high frequency. Flames of both colors scattered through the sealed magic-ring space, and the temperature rose rapidly.
"Tch..."
After observing Zhang Guangmu for a while, Demon King Bai Mu shook his head and sighed. "Stuck at the first stage?"
"Looks like I overestimated him."
Although none of the White Flame Magic Beasts could withstand Zhang Guangmu's second move, it was obvious that he also had no way to