Invincible Hero of Necromancer Chapter 1697: Anyavelli 2

The light curtain formed by the hot magma instantly drowned Anyavelli's figure.

Anyavili's body was covered in lava, and a lot of steam rose from his body, but he didn't feel pain.

"Damn..."

Facing the sneak attack from the demon, Anyaveli let out a low roar.

Although Anyavelli didn't know what means the demon relied on to eject the magma, his actions have deeply aroused the anger of this high-level demon.

"You idiot, how dare you take the magma and deal with the pure-blooded demon born in the depths of purgatory! Damn it, I will definitely kill you!"

Anyavelli raised his hand and wiped away the hot lava covering his face, revealing his dark red eyes.

No matter who sent the abyss demon, no matter what his purpose was, Anyavelli was not going to leave his life behind. His behavior of spraying magma had deeply angered this high-level demon.

For high-level demons with pure blood, the most intolerable thing is the offense from low-level demons. Once such behavior occurs, it often ends in death.

The fire of hatred shot out from Anyavelli's eyes, and in front of his eyes, it seemed that the image of the demon being torn to pieces appeared.

Anyaveli seems to have thought of countless ways to torture the abyss demon, and in hell, there is no shortage of tools to torture other demons.

However, all those pictures are just Anyavelli's own imagination, and the actual situation that is happening in front of him will not change because of his imagination.

Under the gaze of Anyavelli, in front of him, the seemingly ordinary demon suddenly released a dark red mist, and he himself became huge as if he had removed some kind of disguise. When he got up, his skin also turned a dark yellow color.

After removing the disguise, the dark yellow demon revealed his true body, surpassing Anyavelli in size. The originally huge pure-blood demon, in front of the dark yellow demon who revealed his true body, is like the gap between an adult and a child.

With the appearance of the dark yellow demon, a dull sense of oppression filled the entire dock hall, and even the outward passage was blocked at this time.

Looking at the incomparably huge demon and the dark red mist he released, Anyavelli was stunned for a moment, and before he said anything, his entire body was shrouded in the mist.

"This is... the power of the disease?" He seemed to have thought of something, and he made his own judgment about the red mist.

Anyavelli, who has the ability to detect lies, knows that what the demon said was the truth, and he did not deceive the slightest language.

According to what the demon said, among those demons who entered the magic dock first and have now escaped, there is indeed a powerful demon capable of using the power of the disease.

According to what Anyavelli felt, the demon who used the power of the plague was probably the dark yellow demon in front of him.

Anyavelli didn't know the dark yellow demon's purpose, but judging from his behavior of spraying magma, the demon was clearly a bad guy.

Under the shroud of this dark red fog, it belongs to the bloodline of high-level demons, allowing Anyavelli to see through the obstacles in front of him and look directly at the enemy outside the fog.

Anyavelli raised his hand, and several tiny red dots appeared on his arm. Compared with the size of his body, the red dots were so small that they could not be found if one didn't look carefully. Other than that, he didn't feel any strangeness.

Feeling the killing intent emanating from the dark yellow demon, Anyavelli let out a cold snort, and there was a bit of disdain in his eyes.

"Is this the power that belongs to the plague? It seems that this power has no effect on a pure-blooded demon like me."

Looking at the almost invisible red dot on her arm, Anyaveli said contemptuously.

The bloodline of the high-level demons brought him a powerful resistance, similar to the power of the plague, and there was not even a decent spell that caused him high damage. He didn't understand, dark Why did the yellow demon release this red fog, but from the results, this red fog did not have any effect.

However, for some reason, from the calm and calm eyes of the dark yellow demon, Anyavelli felt a little strange.

Maybe it was because the dark yellow demon was too calm, or maybe it was because of the faint perception of danger in his heart. Although he was not hurt by the epidemic, he always felt that something was wrong.

Raising his hand, Anyavelli was just about to show the power of a pure blood demon and attack the dark yellow demon, but he felt a burst of weakness all over his body, and he couldn't exert any strength.

He lowered his head, only to see the red dot on his arm, which had now spread. He tried to touch these red dots, but only felt a soft touch. The tough skin that used to belong to high-level demons was undergoing some kind of special change at this moment.

"What did you do?" Anyavelli asked, but received no answer from the dark yellow demon.

Anyavili, who sensed something was wrong, spread his wings behind his back, and his feet had just left the ground. He was about to rely on the powerful power of high-level demons to directly break through the possible blockade. Suddenly he felt a heavy weight on his body. It fell from the air and fell to the ground in front of the dark yellow demon.

He didn't understand what was going on. He tried to flap the huge bat wing behind him, but no response came from behind him. He turned around and looked at his back in disbelief. The bat wing that belonged to him was clearly intact, but there was no consciousness there, as if the bat wing didn't exist at all.

Anyavelli has never heard of this power~IndoMTL.com~ Even the Great Demon bloodline, which can recognize the abilities of other demons, does not have the slightest record of this unique power.

This may be a unique spell, or something else, but at this time, Anyaviri feels the fear of the unknown under the limitation of this power.

Even though the bat wings behind him could not be used, and the arm was faintly abnormal, Anjaveli did not give up. He stared at the dark yellow demon, and a dark flame ignited around him.

What awaits him is the dark yellow demon's sneer and slightly raised hands.

The next moment, dark liquid spewed out of Anyavelli's body. The red dots that appeared on the surface of his body had now become the vent of the dark liquid. His body was rapidly melting, and his body The power is also rapidly fading.

"I will accept the demon blood that belongs to you."

Just when Anyavili was confused, the dark yellow demon's low words came from his ears.

The next moment, his body exploded, and what spewed out was not blood, but a dark green viscous liquid.