The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 213 - 156: The Weak Victory

Chapter 213: Chapter 156: The Weak Victory

Rod instantly saw the Abyss Demon charging towards him from behind.

It really caught up.

That way, the three Iron Wolves were definitely safe now, they hurried to call for backup, and perhaps there was a chance to kill this monster.

But that depended on my ability to escape.

In mid-air, Rod flew swiftly towards the direction of the Royal City.

The Spirit Boat was not entirely under his control; it would only fly to the location that appeared in his mind, and if it encountered a physical obstacle, it would escape into the Spirit Realm.

However, it seemed unable to do so above the plains.

The speed of the Abyss Demon far surpassed Rod; each of its tentacles waved with Spiritual Energy, as if it were swimming in a sea of Spiritual Energy.

When thousands of tentacles waved at the same time, its massive body surged forward a certain distance.

After only a few dashes, it had caught up with Rod, and a long tentacle whipped at him swiftly.

This is bad!

Rod could not dodge in time and was hit squarely.

The Spirit Boat shattered into pieces, dissolving into countless mists.

Fortunately, the Spirit Boat itself had a certain defensive effect, so he wasn’t hurt.

With a loud crash,

As Rod landed, the monster also landed beside him, and he knew trouble was brewing. He immediately crushed twenty Wood Puppets and summoned twenty Tree Beings.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Dozens of tentacles swept across but were all blocked by the Tree Beings.

These Tree Beings were extremely tough, with strong regenerative abilities. With branches spreading and growing, they managed to temporarily block the monster.

Rod saw an opening and immediately blew his whistle.

The Dean’s Phantom once again descended from the sky.

His imposing figure saw the monster entangled with the Tree Beings from afar, and his ghostly eyebrows furrowed instantly.

"Quick, go stop it!"

Rod commanded.

The Phantom reluctantly raised his Magic Wand, but still leaped over and broke off a tentacle.

But all the tentacles of the monster were outstretched, its body was a big mass of twisted black flesh, with all tentacles extending from this mass of black flesh, much like a giant octopus with countless tendrils.

The Tree Beings could only take hits one-sidedly and had no ability to harm them.

And the Phantom seemed very reluctant to contact this monster, especially its intestinal fluid and Black Blood, always attacking and then swiftly retreating.

The power of the Abyss Demon far surpassed them, and the summoning seemed unable to last long, which was why he hadn’t chosen to summon them from the beginning.

But at this moment, Rod suddenly had an idea.

He summoned the Spirit Boat again and rushed away towards the distance.

As expected, the Abyss Octopus immediately followed. The twenty Tree Beings, entangled in its tentacles, were also ignored while the Phantom continuously materialized to strike at the tentacles, to no response.

This monster seemed unusually fixated on me,

Rod thought.

Perhaps this could be used to my advantage.

Before it could catch up again, Rod decisively chose to land.

The monster also landed, but it was quickly entangled by the annoying Tree Beings.

These sturdy tree branches and wood did not fear compression or strikes, and the Tree Beings naturally had strong erosion resistance and did not fear the monster’s corrosive pus and blood.

The thick tentacles twisted the Tree Beings, attempting to tear them apart.

This was the only effective method.

Yet, Rod once again set up the Spirit Boat and fled.

The monster had to enter a state of roaming with Spiritual Energy again, every tentacle moving through the air, pushing its body forward with Spiritual Energy.

A single movement of thousands of tentacles was a dash.

Although fast, it wasn’t particularly agile, especially during the dash, it couldn’t turn.

Seeing his chance, Rod quickly landed.

The monster was forced to land not too far away, and once again became entangled with the Tree Beings.

This time, however, Rod chose not to flee immediately or join the battle but entered the Dream Realm, quickly took out all one hundred Plague Rat Souls in the form of Soul Ashes, and threw them out.

In an instant, a hundred Plague Rat Spirits surged mightily towards the Abyss Demon.

Although relatively weak and not very threatening by themselves, there were many of them, and they passed through the gaps between the Tree Beings, biting at the monster’s tentacles.

Then, before the Abyss Demon could counterattack, Rod once again soared into the air.

The Abyss Demon followed suit, facing the attacks of a hundred plague rats and a phantom, it chased after him.

In this manner, Rod kept taking off and landing; although the Abyss Demon was fast, the strong interference from the Tree Beings also made it particularly challenging to catch Rod.

What was more surprising was that the plague rats’ attacks seemed to be unusually effective.

They naturally carried the effect of plague infections, and the Abyss Demon, filled with corrosive pus, turned out to have little resistance to the plague.

Incredibly.

When Rod landed the fifth time, the Abyss Demon was already staggering. Its Spiritual Energy massively drained by the plague, the awakening speed of its Soul significantly reduced, it no longer attempted to chase Rod but focused on clearing these annoying rats; however, with the Tree Beings taking most of its hits, the rats could bite into its body, which was bulky but filled with hollow spaces.

For the first time, Rod saw an opportunity.

Fearing the explosion might hit the rats, he didn’t use Thunder Stone—this was the rats’ Achilles heel.

He drew his Spirit Gun and continuously fired at the Abyss Demon’s body, hitting the twisted black mass repeatedly with Sealing Spirit Bullets, continuously assaulting its Soul, inhibiting the operation of its Spiritual Energy.

But what really caused it damage was the quick-spreading yellow-green plague, climbing up the tentacles. The erosion from the plague was cumulative; if a person was bitten by plague rats four or five times in a short period, they would fall into a deep poisoning state, posing a great threat to Life and also causing damage to the Soul, which was very troublesome.