Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 1449: Flee Into The Wilderness

Felius raised his hand and punched. The tip of his fist reached the middle of his palm and pressed down on Alan's chest. Alan could clearly see the entire process. But even when Frius's palm struck his chest, he did not react at all.

This is almost impossible.

Alan swore that he had locked onto Felius, but from the moment he stepped forward, punched, and clenched his palm against his chest. During this series of movements, Alan did not sense any change in his opponent's Origin Energy at all. In other words, in Allen's perceptual net, Frius was as if he didn't exist at all, so much so that he couldn't rely on his keen perception to defeat him.

After that palm print came, Alan Kong had all sorts of ways to deal with it, but it was actually followed but he didn't even have time to use a single method.

Then, the power on his chest erupted like a mountain flood.

The scenery retreated wildly in Alan's eyes, and a powerful force penetrated his chest, spreading throughout his body. This force was constantly shaking his body. When Alan fell to the ground, all sorts of injuries had already appeared on his incomparably tough body after his second metamorphosis. His bones were covered in tiny cracks like porcelain, and his blood vessels and organs were broken to varying degrees. At this moment, Allen's skin became unnaturally flushed red. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mist to relieve the pressure in his body, and his skin color returned to normal.

He raised his head and strolled over.

The Black Emperor wasn't in a hurry, but the distance between them disappeared within a few steps of him. Just as Alan had time to stand up, Frius used his palm as a knife and thrust it straight into his body, his movements incomparably cleansing.

Alan's mind flashed with several ways to deal with it, and he wanted to take one of them to block it. Unexpectedly, when he was still raising his hand, the tip of Frius' saber had already lightly touched Ellen's chest, and a strand of saber Qi pierced through his chest and came out from his back. Alan's eyes turned red, and Felius shrank his palm by half an inch. He gathered his strength slightly, clenched his fists, and charged again.

A muffled sound came from the plains.

Alan flew backwards like a broken kite, sprinkling a string of blood droplets in the air.

The ground beneath Frius' feet was silently sunk into a ten-meter-wide pit. The edges of the pit were smooth and neat, as if mud had been sliced open by an invisible blade.

After flying a hundred meters, Allen fell to the ground and scraped a dozen meters away. His body bounced up and fell down again before finally stopping his retreat. When he got up, his eyes and nostrils were oozing blood, and his clothes on his chest were completely shattered, exposing his chest's bright red skin.

He took a deep breath.

This breath seemed endless, and the color of his skin first turned red, then turned red into purple. Following which, his wrist trembled slightly. The moment the devil praised him, a bright red light appeared. Killing intent surged within the light, and a giant weapon was already in Allen's hand.

Second phase reverse blood!

Shatter hymn!

Allen's trump cards were all there. If he wanted to hide them from the Black Emperor, what was the difference between committing suicide? After receiving two heavy blows from Felius, Alan finally had the chance to show his trump card. However, in Felius' eyes, it was only a contemptuous smile.

The Black Emperor flashed in.

Alan raised his saber to slash.

Until Felius clenched his fists and struck, Alan didn't slash out a single blade. It wasn't that he didn't want to use his saber, but that he didn't know where to use it. Frius sprinted in a straight line as he moved, but the edges of his body flickered and blurred. Alan tried to lock onto his position again and again, but failed again and again.

If he couldn't lock onto his position and take the risk, he would only be able to exchange for Felius's counterattack, causing him to lose his first chance and miss a hundred times.

However, defense might not be the best strategy.

This time, Alan used the width of the Shattering Hymn Blade to block the Black Emperor's punch before Felius punched him in the forehead with his giant saber.

A tremor rang out.

Alan took ten steps back and his arms went numb.

Felius got closer, and this time he kicked his leg instead of punching. He pulled the tip of his toe like a sharp wind and sliced it towards Allen's waist. The latter took in a deep breath and squatted down, blocking Felius's kick at the edge of the saber. His feet blocked it, but his entire body was pulled out. His legs pulled out a line of dust on the ground and moved ten meters sideways.

The Black Emperor smiled faintly, dodged closer, and punched and kicked around Alan. He didn't move very fast, but he left behind figures around Alan. Alan shielded himself against the slow-moving attacks of Felius with the Anthem of Shatter.

Frius' fists and feet seemed to be completely devoid of flames, but he was able to unleash tremendous strength in real time. The muffled sound of the collision between the two sides was slow and fast, until it was endless in the end. A tornado had already been pulled out from the battlefield, and the flying rubble flew along with the tornado. Origin Energy, who had collided with the two of them, shattered again and again, and finally crushed into powder!

Suddenly, the tornado dissipated, and a black line flew straight out, instantly disappearing into the distance.

Smoke billowed from the battlefield, and Felius put down his arm. With him as the center of the circle, circles of cracks appeared on the ground, covering the earth hundreds of meters long and wide, forming dozens of concentric rings. When Frius lifted his foot and swept over, from the center of the circle to the last ring, a cloud of dust suddenly exploded on the ground. As the wind blew past, the dust scattered, and a huge crater hundreds of meters wide appeared on the ground, as if it had been hit by a meteor.

Breaking hymn stabbed into the ground and still pulled ten meters before Alan landed on the ground. His entire body was oozing blood. Blood oozed out from under his skin, making Alan look like he was bathed in blood. He opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of blood to relieve the pressure in his body.

Frius was indeed terrifying.

Alan had encountered many powerful enemies, but this was the first time he had been completely suppressed like this. In the previous attack, Alan used the Break to defend against Felius's pervasive attack, but one or two of his ten punches still landed on his body. In that short period of time, Felius had attacked no less than six hundred kicks. The last ten punches were even more consecutive, causing Alan to be unable to turn around in one breath, causing him to be sent flying.

Until now, the sword on Frius' waist had not been unsheathed, and he did not even have the slightest bit of might and arrogance. Clearly, it was far from the time to show his true strength. From this, it could be inferred that on Planet Heaven, Orfasis had also not used his full strength. Thinking of Allen's bitter smile, he thought that he could resist the Sovereign for a while, but it turned out that it was just his wish.

"It's not easy. If this continues, you'll really die." Alan wiped the blood off his face.

Frius was strolling over.

Ellen exhaled and slashed the hymn through the air in a disorderly manner. The blade pulled out a ray of gray light and flew through the air. After finishing his slash, Alan turned around and flew without looking at the result. He walked westward, his figure constantly flickering. Every time it flashed, it would cross a hundred meters, but it would use a spatial jump.

The last flash had already disappeared from Frius' sight. Even he didn't dare to ignore the gray light coming from the mess. After avoiding it, Alan had already taken the opportunity to flee far away. Frius's lips twitched as he smiled, "I'm not too stupid at all. Although it's disgraceful to run away, a person who doesn't know how to advance or retreat is obviously even more stupid."

"I hope you can be smarter. This game will be more interesting."

In the next moment, the Black Emperor had already disappeared.

While Alan was being beaten to the ground by Felius, in Demoic Ring City, Hidden Demon Ramo forced himself to head to Shadow Castle's main hall.

It's been three days.

Ever since the news of Mirion's death came from Iron Tree City three days ago, even Ramo had no idea whether to continue attacking Moktan. After all, this was far from the original plan. If the opponent had the strength to easily kill Milion, then continuing to send troops would not be to show their might, but to give Mockedan a military contribution.

But if he didn't fight, Demonic Shadow Empire would lose his reputation. Helplessly, Lamo could only go to see Spenak. After reporting on Mirion's situation, the Demon King did not make a decision immediately. Instead, he let Ramo leave.

After three days, there was still no news from the Dark Shadow Hall, so Lamo could only make another trip.

When he walked into the hall, Lamo didn't know if he had an illusion. He always felt that the hall was a little darker than before. Especially on the other side of the throne, they were completely oblivious to the dark shadows. Lamo knelt down in the middle of the hall and didn't dare to rashly dive into the shadows. He had a feeling that there was another world in the shadows.

Spenak's world!

"Your Majesty …" Ramo called.

A "Mm" sound came from the shadows, and his voice was indifferent.

"Your Majesty, I wonder if Your Majesty has made a decision regarding the Mockpill?" Lamo asked boldly.

There was a moment of silence in the shadows.

After a while, Sbernack said indifferently, "Take your troops back. There's no need to go."

"You don't need to go?" Lamo was a little suspicious of his ears.

"For some reason, Felius went to that side. Unless you want to fight the Black Emperor, otherwise, don't do anything."

Lamar was sweating, giving him ten guts to not dare to challenge Frius. However, at this moment, the Black Emperor actually went to Mo Kedan's side, which was strange. Even if Moktan and Demonic Shadow Empire were enemies and Dobia secretly supported the Dark King, it was completely different from Frius going to Moktan.

That meant that the Black Emperor was interested in the person in the Mockpill.

Lamo couldn't help but look into the shadows, wondering if his Majesty would be interested.

He didn't dare to make wild guesses. Seeing that there was no sound coming from the shadows, Lamo could only leave the hall. The Hidden Devil left Dark Movie Castle with a gloomy expression. Spenak only told him to retreat, but he didn't give any instructions as to how he would treat Mokdan. Ramo sighed and decided not to do anything. Now that Sbernak was clearly paying attention to Mokdan, Ramo knew that everything he did was wrong before he made it clear.

The wisest course of action is to wait and see.

In the hall of Dark Shadow Castle, the dark shadows churned, and the light in the hall dimmed by two points. Two scarlet lights flashed in the shadows, leaving behind two tracks in the shadows. A deep voice came from the shadows. The Demon King muttered to himself, "What are you thinking, Frius? Since you have attacked without showing any killing intent, do you want to temper him and add another Paragon to Agares?"

"But that little fellow was actually able to activate the Endless Break. Could it be related to that person?"

"Looks like even I have to go."

"Interesting …"