Chapter 1739: The Strongest Demon King

"This human being called Christos is really capable. It's not surprising that Tifast died at his hands."

Yismen, the silver king, was sitting on the throne, watching the bloody battlefield, "I sent two big demon kings, and I wanted to force him to use more than ten spiritual giants to exhaust his energy and capture him alive. However, He only used four spiritual giants to stabilize the scene, which is really unexpected."

Gordan, the demon guard lord at the side, said in a muffled voice: "Master, could it be that the information given by Angulesh is wrong?"

"It's also possible that the strength of this human being has improved to a certain extent. After all, it is a human being called the 'savior'!"

Eastman showed a hint of sneer, obviously not interested in the idea of ​​a savior.

In fact, Eastman said it casually, but he guessed the truth. Bai Xiaowen's strength has indeed increased, his spiritual power mastering has been upgraded to the expert level, and he has the effect of worshiping gods. Secondary Demon King.

Under normal circumstances, at least eight to ten spiritual power giants are needed to contend against two secondary demon kings, which will consume Bai Xiaowen's spiritual power too quickly, and will definitely fulfill the wishes of the Silver King Eastman .

After Eastman commented, he stood up slowly and said with a smile, "However, the pitiful resistance of human beings should come to an end."

Gordan, the lord of the demon guard, was a little excited. He knew that the great master was about to take action himself. Gordan had only seen this kind of scene once.

Eastman suddenly took a deep breath, and suddenly a vast aura spread out, like a gust of wind, sweeping across the entire ice field battlefield.

Suppression of ranks of god-descendant creatures!

This is a natural coercion, and only creatures with divine nature can resist this kind of oppression.

Although the army under Bai Xiaowen has an ancient contract, which can resist the suppression of Eastman to a certain extent, most of the human and undead soldiers still feel heavy, as if there is an invisible nightmare suppressing the body. Movements require twice as much effort as usual.

This is already very good, if there is no ancient contract, these ordinary soldiers can't even do any action, even the output of spiritual power can't be completed, the combined attack of spiritual power is even more a joke.

Even so, the output of spiritual power of the soldiers in the fourteen phalanxes was still limited to a certain extent. The most obvious manifestation is that the bodies of the four giants of spiritual power have shrunk by half! The power has also been reduced by 40 to 50%.

"Huh? It's still active?"

Eastman frowned,

He has been sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, relying most on the superiority of being a descendant of God. No matter how hard these humans and undead fight back, when Eastman exerts all his strength to suppress the ranks, the other party will become a lamb to be slaughtered. This is the source of his confidence.

"Great master, the enemy must be targeting your coercion, and they have prepared in advance!"

Gordan shouted, "That human seems to have said that this ice field is the battlefield he chose, and he also set up this strange magic circle in advance. However, the enemy is still affected by your coercion, The strength must be reduced by at least half."

"Well, that makes sense."

Eastman volleyed step by step, and his handsome face returned to the original calm, "Then do it yourself! End this farce as soon as possible."

"Esman, the silver king, took action himself!"

Bai Xiaowen's eyes narrowed slightly. Of course he knew the horror of the high-ranking descendants of the gods. Atelier Ransol, whom he encountered on the planet of dinosaurs, was still frightening.

Now, although Bai Xiaowen's strength has improved a lot compared to when he was exploring the dinosaur planet, and the number of troops under his command has increased exponentially, he is still nervous for the first time confronting a high-level deity.

True energy poured out, and Bai Xiaowen directly connected all the other square formations.

"Don't panic! Build a strong formation first—"

Bai Xiaowen's spiritual consciousness closely watched Eastmen's every move. Unknowingly, he used the qi machine capture method of cultivating the mind, trying to predict the location of Eastman's first attack.

Easten moved, and his aura was captured by Bai Xiaowen at the same time.

"No. 8 Skeleton Formation! Formation of Fortified Wall, concrete spiritual power!"

With a thought in Bai Xiaowen's mind, isn't the capture of the energy of this method of nourishing the mind the domineering "knowledgeable" in a certain pirate comic? At least in terms of capturing the enemy's attack position, it is somewhat similar.

A giant with black spiritual power holding a huge shield rose from the top of the No. 8 skeleton phalanx.

Boom!

Eastman's first strike was indeed the No. 8 skeleton phalanx!

From the sky above the No. 8 skeleton square, a huge demon claw that gathered evil energy suddenly fell.

In the next second, the huge shield of the black spiritual giant touched the devil's claws.

Hum rumble!

The giant shield shattered, and the soldiers of the No. 8 skeleton phalanx trembled collectively.

However, Eastman's attack this time also came to an end, and did not break through the solid formation of the No. 8 phalanx.

The morale of the human militia increased greatly, but the demon army was puzzled for a while.

The extremely powerful King of Silver was actually blocked?

There was no smile on Eastman's handsome face. He didn't understand why his attack was predicted in advance. To be honest, it's a bit embarrassing to be ineffective in front of so many subordinates.

"It's just some fancy tricks. Then, use absolute power to subdue!"

Eastman's humanoid body suddenly swelled with green fire and expanded rapidly! Among the billowing smoke and dust, only a burly black figure could be seen that was getting bigger and bigger.

The smoke cleared.

Eastman had become a monster, a real demon. This is the real body of the King of Silver, the strongest Demon King!

Twelve meters tall, with red eyebrows and fierce eyes, and the green magic fire burning in the eye sockets! An enlarged version of the human outline can still be seen as a whole, but there is no skin, the green tendons are exposed, and the palms and soles are all four fingers/toes, with sharp nails growing like beasts.

Except for the head, this figure is a bit like the Namekian in Dragon Ball... A thought flashed through Bai Xiaowen's mind.

The god-born demon Eastman is only twelve meters tall, while the god-born creature Atley Lansol on the dinosaur planet has a body length of a kilometer. There is a huge difference in size between the two, but there is not much difference in strength. On the contrary, Eastman's demon body is more compact, and his twelve-meter body can give full play to his advantages in speed and skills.

"Human, I want to attack here."

After Eastman transformed into his real body, his voice also changed, full of tyrannical aura, "Just block it!"

Eastman strode out, like a phantom, and arrived in front of the No. 8 skeleton phalanx in one step.