Chapter 412: When Enemies Meet
The Hellfire Demon Lord unleashed guttural, bestial roars, its evil and terrifying aura sweeping across every corner of the battlefield. Magma-like red liquid erupted from its jaws; Sword Saint Dean barely dodged in time. Where the molten stream struck the ground, deep pits formed instantly, the crimson fluid boiling violently within...
Dean was in dire straits. His protective battle aura was nearly helpless before the searing heat radiating from the Hellfire Demon Lord, forcing him to constantly channel vast reserves of energy just to maintain his shield. Earlier, when he failed to evade a burst of magma, his arm grazed it—a patch the size of half his palm instantly charred black.
And that was with his battle aura shielding him. Without it, his entire arm would have been lost.
Title Archmages Dalson and Alaric unleashed their formidable power as well—obscure, cryptic spell runes spilled from their lips, and in an instant, a torrent of powerful magic surged toward the Hellfire Demon Lord...
Yet, even this barrage of attacks barely scratched the Hellfire Demon Lord. There was no help for it—this hellish beast possessed overwhelming magic resistance.
Hannah Achilles, Orson, and the other high-ranking magicians kept their distance, launching spells at the Hellfire Demon Lord. In only ten minutes of battle, four or five of their number failed to dodge in time and were devoured by the magma-like red liquid, reduced to ashes.
Even with the full force of the Three Major Mercenary Companies' elites, facing this Level 36 Hellfire Demon Lord, the tide of battle still turned against them...
Powerful frost arrows ripped through the air...
Rolf stood at a distance, his expression grim as he repeated the motions with his bow. As a Level 3 Phantom Archer, his skill was on full display with each arrow loosed—every shot struck true, severely hampering the Hellfire Demon Lord's movements.