Chapter 1295 The Strongest Demon VS the Evil Demon From Outside the Territory

Black Rakshasa's eyes flashed with a more frantic fighting will, which was a desire for victory and a recognition of the opponent's strength.

He roared, and the sound was like a call from the abyss. With endless resentment and anger, he launched a fierce attack on Esdeath again.

This time, he no longer had any reservations, and all the strength of his body was condensed in the solid black fist shadow.

The fist shadow was like the brightest meteor in the night sky, cutting through the sky, with the momentum of destroying everything, and suddenly swung towards Esdeath.

Rumble! !

As the fist shadow fell, it seemed that a thunder sounded between heaven and earth, and the surging airflow was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, swooping down on the earth. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees were all withered, and the rocks were all broken.

This force not only impacted the ground, but also pressed all living beings, making them feel an irresistible majesty, as if at this moment, all life must be punished.

The plain in front of the Wrongly Dead City shook violently under the impact of this force, and countless broken stones exploded, blooming in the air like fireworks, and rising high like a tsunami, dyeing the sky gray.

At this moment, the air turned into a strong wind, whistling to every corner of the underworld. Wherever it touched, whether it was ghosts or evil spirits, they trembled under the oppression of this force, as if even their souls were about to be swallowed by this force.

Facing the blow of the Black Rakshasa that was enough to destroy the world, Esdeath did not retreat. Her petite body seemed to be endowed with infinite power at this moment.

She raised her hand and punched out. At that moment, her fist seemed to have become the hardest weapon between heaven and earth. In the rolling strong wind torrent, her fist carried infinite terrifying power, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, penetrating the darkness and pressing in front of the Black Rakshasa.

Bang! With a loud bang, the dark fist shadow confronted Esdeath's fist. The collision between the two produced a huge energy fluctuation, tearing the surrounding air into pieces.

However, in this seemingly evenly matched collision, Esdeath showed her amazing strength.

"Good!"

Black Rakshasa's deep voice revealed a hint of admiration, but this admiration was more of an excitement for the unknown challenge.

On his arms, the muscles were like being poured with molten steel, and they swelled instantly. It seemed as if black iron was flowing under his skin, flashing a cold luster.

In the sky, dark clouds were densely covered, as if it was the projection of the storm in Black Rakshasa's heart to the outside world. The dark clouds rolled, the waves surged, and the murderous aura was like substance. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered, the creatures retreated, and there was a dead silence.

Esdeath stood there, the magic power around her was surging, like the undercurrent in the ocean, calm on the surface, but actually surging.

This magic fluctuation gave Black Rakshasa the opportunity to finally peek into her essence - it turned out that this seemingly human woman was also a member of the demon, and from the antiquity and depth contained in her magic power, she was definitely not an ordinary demon.

"So you are also a demon! Well, or an evil demon from outside the domain?"

The laughter of the Black Rakshasa echoed in the empty plain, with a bit of teasing and disdain.

He had never seen a demon like Esdeath, but it didn't matter to him.

In the field of demons, he considered himself the undisputed strongest. No matter what kind of demon he was fighting, he had the confidence to defeat it.

Esdeath's identity, in this world shrouded in ancient mythology, can indeed be regarded as an evil demon from outside the domain.

Her magic power is not only a manifestation of power, but also a condensation of countless souls' wailing and negative energy.

Some of the souls devoured by her were once brave warriors, while others were innocent victims. Their resentment and despair became the source of Esdeath's power.

As the laughter of the Black Rakshasa fell, a thunder seemed to sound between heaven and earth, and then, the tyrannical power erupted like a volcanic eruption.

The gloomy sky became darker, as if even the light was swallowed by this power.

The overflowing hurricane, under the catalysis of magic, turned into a sharp blade, splitting the sky and the earth, and splitting a series of criss-crossing abysses on the vast plains, as if they were scars on the earth, recording the cruelty of this battle.

Behind the Black Rakshasa, the black fog was like the tentacles of the abyss, spreading wantonly and rolling endlessly.

Those black fogs seemed to have life in the endless darkness. They hovered and intertwined in the air, and finally gathered into a black humanoid outline that was almost the same size as the Black Rakshasa.

This outline was not illusory, but condensed by pure magic power. Every inch of skin and every bone exuded a heart-pounding pressure.

This is the Dharma image of the Black Rakshasa, the embodiment of his magic power condensed to the extreme, the symbol of his power, and the embodiment of his supreme authority in this dark world.

As soon as the Dharma image appeared, the sky and the earth changed color. The originally silent night sky was shrouded by a thick black curtain, the stars were hidden, and the moonlight was dim.

Black Rakshasa seemed to have merged with the world. His every move and every breath led to drastic changes in the surrounding environment.

He became the master of this dark world, controlling the fate of all living beings.

As he waved his hand, dark clouds rolled, as if countless wronged souls were wailing in the clouds.

The endless black curtain rolled, as if the end of the world was coming. The sky-covering hand suddenly pressed down from the sky, with irresistible pressure, pressing towards Esdeath. Above the big hand, the devilish energy lingered, as if it could devour all light and hope.

This is not only a physical attack, but also a mental oppression. The Black Rakshasa is trying to completely destroy Esdeath's will and make her lose herself in this boundless darkness.

However, facing this overwhelming blow, Esdeath seemed unusually calm.

Her eyes were as firm as iron, and a faint sneer curled up at the corner of her mouth.

At that moment, her magic power reached an unprecedented height, and a powerful breath burst out from her body, as if to tear this dark world apart.

The hideous and terrifying demon form flashed across her body, but the light in that moment was enough to make the whole world tremble.

Esdeath punched out, and the shadow of his fist quickly condensed in the air, like a bright star, blooming with dazzling light in the darkness.

The shadow of the fist formed a sharp contrast with the black Rakshasa's big hand that covered the sky, as if it was a contest between light and darkness, a collision between hope and despair.

Two fist shadows, one large and one small, met and collided in mid-air.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze and space seemed to be torn apart.

Under the violent collision, ripples of water were produced. It was the distortion of space and time, and the collision of rules and power.

The ripples spread around, and wherever they passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind shocking cracks.