Desolate! Weird! Ruined!!!
This was Bolan's first feeling when he stepped onto the fifteenth floor. He felt uncomfortable all over, and even the surrounding air made Bolan feel particularly depressed.
The air is filled with the smell of blood. If you observe carefully, you will find that the air in the entire space is tinted with blood.
"It feels so uncomfortable! Who are the guards on the fifteenth floor?" Bolan was a little shocked.
"Haha, are you the breaker that Mr. Beirut said? This is the territory of Abyssal Zealot Chris. You are welcome to come!" Suddenly, Bolan's consciousness noticed that the ground in front of him suddenly cracked, and a stream of blood appeared. The red figure flew out of it, laughing loudly, looking extremely happy. "It has been tens of thousands of years, this is the first time I have seen a human being, a Middle God level human being. Don't worry, Lord Chris is very happy today and will not make your death too painful!"
Bolan At first glance, the person who came was about two and a half meters tall. He was humanoid, without a nose and ears, and was covered in red armor. He was holding a black and red broadsword in his hand. The blade shone with a cold light and looked extremely sharp. This was a Highgod Artifact, Bolan looked serious.
"Middle God!!! Fortunately it's just Middle God. If a High God appears, Bolan will definitely turn around and leave."
Bolan knew that this level might not be easy to pass. This was obviously a powerful Middle God. And judging from its appearance, it was obvious that he was not a human being. He might have some special abilities. "It's a little tricky!" Bolan said with emotion.
"Abyssal Zealot? What is that?" Bolan asked curiously.
"Eh? You don't know me? Are you a native of some small plane?" The visitor "Chris" said the native with disdain on his face.
"It's rare that the great Lord Chris is in a good mood today. Let me answer your question." Chris sat directly in the void, looked at Bolan and said, "Abyss Plane, do you know? Oh, forget it, you, a native, probably don't know the existence of the great Abyss Plane!" Chris said to himself, completely ignoring Bolan's somewhat ugly expression.
"We Abyss Plane are a plane that is no worse than your so-called god plane. The endless chaos and killing are the most realistic portrayal of Abyss Plane. There are also countless races in it. The Abyssal Blade Demon that you are familiar with is the lowest race in the abyss, and the great Chris is from the Abyssal Zealot race, one of the superior races in the abyss. "Group, unlike you ordinary humans, we Abyssal Zealot can Destruction Rule directly become gods as long as we reach adulthood, just like the mythical beasts. And as long as we Abyssal Zealot kill more creatures, we will become stronger, and we can even continue to become stronger." After saying this, Chris glanced at Bolan, his eyes filled with condescension.
"Indeed, it's too exaggerated. As long as you kill, you can always become stronger. But there shouldn't be many people in your tribe, right?" Bolan asked.
"Humph, those guys are just jealous of the powerful talent of our Abyssal Zealot race. One day, the great Lord Chris will come back to Abyss Plane and kill all those guys who exclude us." Chris seemed to be touched by Bolan's point of pain, and glared at Bolan.
"Can such a weird race exist? But if you Abyssal Zealot are alive, all other ethnic groups will probably die." Bolan joked, not paying attention to Chris's eyes that could kill people.
"Enough talk! Let me, the great Lord Chris, take you on your way." Chris said with red eyes.
Bolan directly Bloodslayer took out his sheath, held the sword in the air, and looked coldly at Chris on the opposite side.
Neither of them released Divine Domain. After all, both were at the level of Middle God, and the suppression effect of Divine Domain was equal.
"You have good momentum! In the Middle God level, you should be considered outstanding. However, the great Lord Chris will tell you later that the strength of Middle God can also be very different." Chris had a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, and slashed the long knife in his hand.
The space actually caused a tremor!
You must know that Bolan's special move can barely break the space here. In terms of power, this person's casual blow is only a little bit worse than his own special move. The use of Destruction Rule is also to the point. It's so wonderful. There is almost no energy dissipated in this sword, and all the divine power is used in this sword! Compared with Bolan's own use of Destruction Rule, it is not a bit stronger.
"As expected of Abyss Plane, who was born in the most chaotic and murderous place. Every move has been honed in countless battles." Bolan swept the Bloodslayer in his hand.
Suddenly Bolan felt the moment when Bloodslayer in his hand collided with the long knife in Chris's hand, a huge force came out!
For the first time, Bolan was at a disadvantage in a head-on collision with a force of the same level. The long sword in his hand almost came out of his hand, and his body couldn't help but take a step back.
"Death!!"
Abyssal Zealot"Chris" smiled ferociously and rushed towards Bolan. The black-red long knife in his hand struck Bolan like a black-red lightning, and the space shook again.
"It's you who deserve to die!" Bolan shouted violently, and the veins on his neck popped out, and the long sword in his hand collided with Chris's long sword again with a strange arc.
"Destruction!" The sword move that once split a Middle God who practiced the Earth Element law into two, actually only cut a deep blood mark on the chest of the Abyssal Zealot "Chris" in front of him.
"What a powerful body. In terms of physical strength alone, it is much stronger than mine!" Seeing that his special move only caused some slight injuries to Chris, Bolan couldn't help but look sideways. At the same time, he felt cruel in his heart. He gritted his teeth and used Destruction to kill Chris again.
Chris, who had suffered some minor injuries, suddenly had a red light in his eyes and looked very excited. He could feel the battle blood burning in his body. The life without fighting for ten thousand years was about to drive him crazy. That's why he answered Bolan's question when Bolan came in.
He was too lonely, too lonely. If he was allowed to continue to stay in this place where there was no killing or fighting, he would rather die.
Ignoring the injury on his chest, Chris raised his knife again and rushed towards Bolan. The fiery fighting spirit in his eyes seemed to melt Bolan.
At this moment, Chris completely gave up on defense, or in other words, there was no word defense in the dictionary of the Abyssal Zealot group. Their minds only had attack, attack, and constant attack, and the long knife in their hands kept appearing on any part of Bolan's body.
"Awkward" and "uncomfortable" are the feelings summarized by Bolan and Chris after many battles.
Bolan can completely keep up with the speed of Chris. Although the latter is stronger than Bolan, it is not as fast as Bolan, and its understanding of Destruction Rule is not as deep as that of Bolan. However, under its crazy attack, it can only maintain a tie. It is even at a disadvantage.
"If this Chris was High God, I would probably have fallen by now!" Bolan sighed in his heart.