jdhmnovel Chapter 110 Demon Race 3
Chapter 110 Demon Race 3
The myna bird was incredibly busy at this moment.
That small mouth was like a machine gun, never stopping for a moment!
It could be seen anxiously reminding the little wolf to be wary of the enemy's stealthy sneak attack from the left;
At other times, it decisively instructed the fawn to move to a different position with lightning speed.
And accurately strike the enemy's vital points on the right.
Under the clear, precise, and methodical command of the myna bird, the wolf cub and the deer's teamwork became increasingly seamless.
It was as if they were telepathically connected! One of them charged into battle bravely and fearlessly.
The other cleverly and flexibly maneuvered to outflank them, and the two complemented each other perfectly.
As time ticked by, the initially aggressive demons gradually found themselves unable to withstand the onslaught.
Their once fierce attacks have now become weak and powerless, like a spent arrow.
Moreover, various flaws also emerge one after another.
Faced with the seamless coordinated attack of the wolf cub, the deer cub, and the myna bird, the demons were powerless to fight back.
Finally, after a fierce and arduous battle, with the combined efforts of the wolf cub, the deer cub, and the myna bird,
The demons were defeated and could only flee in disarray, abandoning their armor and weapons, before scattering in panic.
This thrilling battle has now come to an end.
After this fierce and thrilling battle, the three little animals, who were already inseparable, were now even more in sync.
Their relationship became increasingly close and inseparable because they had gone through life-and-death trials together.
Moreover, they have deeply understood the invincible power hidden behind unity and cooperation.
Just then, my aunt, who had been holding back, finally decided to lend a helping hand.
She held an ancient staff that had weathered the vicissitudes of time, its shaft engraved with mysterious runes and patterns.
As the old aunt muttered incantations, a mysterious incantation, obscure yet full of magic, slowly began to play.
In an instant, the large gemstone embedded at the top of the staff seemed to be ignited with the flame of life.
It began to radiate a dazzling and brilliant light.
The light was like the stars in the night sky, shining brightly and dazzling the eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the light rapidly converged into a powerful beam of light with unparalleled strength.
Like a sharp bolt of lightning piercing the dark sky,
With a devastating force, it sped straight toward the group of ferocious-looking demons.
On the other side, the wolf king was equally defiant. It raised its head high and let out a deafening roar that echoed through the sky.
The roar sounded like the fury of a colossal beast from ancient times, causing the entire earth to tremble.
With a roar, the wolf king's body suddenly inflated like a balloon.
In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a colossal creature of unimaginable size.
Its fur stood on end, as hard as steel needles, gleaming with a cold light.
From its gaping maw, a burst of raging flames suddenly erupted.
The raging flames resembled a ferocious and violent fire dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged menacingly at the demons.
Faced with such a sudden and overwhelming offensive, that group of people who were previously arrogant and domineering...
The once arrogant demons were thrown into disarray, their faces filled with terror and confusion.
Some were so frightened that they turned and ran away, but it was too late; they could not escape the range of this fatal blow.
They tried to resist, but Auntie's beam of light and the Wolf King's flames broke through their defenses like a tidal wave.
Just then, everyone's attention was drawn to one spot.
There stood the graceful and elegant Fairy of Forgetfulness.
She wore a long, snow-white dress, the hem of which fluttered gently in the wind, like a blooming lotus flower.
The fairy held a crystal-clear jade flute in her hand, which shimmered with a warm light under the sunlight.
As she slightly raised her arm and brought the jade flute close to her lips, a series of clear and melodious notes poured out like a flowing spring.
As the Fairy of Forgetfulness played her instrument, her body swayed gently in response.
Every movement was so light and graceful, like a butterfly dancing in the air.
Not far away, Qingzhu sat gracefully on an old-fashioned stone bench.
He wore a light green long robe, and his long, jet-black hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall.
Qingzhu's hands gently caressed the exquisite guqin in front of her.
Long, slender fingers danced nimbly on the strings, playing a series of captivating melodies.
The two players' movements were incredibly natural and fluid, like flowing water.
Their teamwork was seamless and perfectly coordinated.
When the melodious and gentle music suddenly rang out, it was as if a warm and gentle spring breeze had swept through the hearts of everyone present.
People closed their eyes and listened quietly to the beautiful music, completely immersed in it.
However, to those ferocious demons, this beautiful music was like a deadly poison.
They felt a buzzing in their heads, their vision began to blur, and their bodies began to sway involuntarily.
Some demons covered their ears, but the music was like a fine needle that could penetrate any hole, piercing straight through their palms and drilling into their minds.
Some demons even attempted to use magic to resist this power.
But they discovered that the magic they were so proud of was now completely out of control.
In no time, these demons were all dizzy and staggering.
They were like a group of drunken burly men, completely incapacitated.
The dragons' fighting style is simple and brutal; relying on their powerful bodies, they directly engage in close-quarters combat, with each punch landing squarely.
Their fists were like heavy hammers, each strike containing astonishing power, enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.
In battle, the dragons showed no fear, charging forward with unwavering resolve. Their eyes shone with determination and fearlessness.
Their bodies emanated a powerful aura, as if they were war gods from ancient times.
Every breath was filled with power and majesty.
Their gazes were firm and profound, their muscles sculpted like sculptures.
When the dragons encounter their enemies, they rush forward and engage in fierce clashes with their fists and bodies.
Every attack they launched was filled with power and determination.
Their fighting style is wild and fierce, giving people a sense of primal power and passion.
Every leap and sprint they made was filled with wildness and power, as if capable of tearing through space and shaking the soul.
In the world of dragons, strength is everything. They worship strength.
They pursue power and use it to prove their existence.
Their strength is not only physical, but also spiritual.
Their will was as firm as a rock, and their beliefs were unbreakable.
They believe that only by possessing power can they stand firm in this world and protect everything they cherish.
Meanwhile, the White Tiger divine beast engaged in a lighthearted, humorous, and comical battle with the demon race.