Rumble!
With a thunderous crash, the space sealing the three-headed demon hound shattered. The Fourth Elder spat out a mouthful of blood in midair, his face deathly pale as his body was sent flying backward.
After losing one head, the Scarlet King's counterattack became fiercer than ever.
Even at the beginning, the Scarlet King had only intended to find an opportunity to escape, rather than use a skill that staked his life. The Hellfire Gate soul skill he unleashed now was a strike fueled by burning his source power, and its might was naturally astonishing.
With the Fourth Elder injured, Zhang Peng was the first to lose his patience. He roared, and the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger he had transformed into lunged forward, locking into a savage biting struggle with the two-headed Scarlet King. The beast souls of creatures he had killed turned into dense, blood-red baleful energy that wreathed his body, warding off the Scarlet King's hellfire. All the while, he shouted, "Old Luo, can you do this or not? Why aren't you going all out yet? Is this all you've got? The Scarlet King only has three heads. Netherworld already cut one off, so one of the remaining heads is yours."
"Zhang Peng, shut your damn mouth! Just watch me cut this big dog's head off before you do! Rakshasa Demon Scythe!" Night Rakshasa snapped furiously. Elder Netherworld had the lowest soul power among them, yet he had been the first to sever one of the Scarlet King's heads. That put more pressure on Night Rakshasa, who refused to let Zhang Peng look down on him. He swept both hands before him, tearing space apart, and a massive demon scythe with a nine-foot blade appeared in his hands. A cold gleam flickered along its edge, surrounded by