Chapter 1697 Anyavelli 2

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

His whole body was covered by magma, and there was a lot of steam on Anyavelli's body, but he didn't feel any pain from it.

"hateful……"

Facing the sneak attack launched by the demon, Anyavelli let out a deep roar.

Although Anyavelli didn't know what method the demon used to eject the magma, his behavior had deeply aroused the anger of this high-ranking demon.

"You idiot, how dare you use magma to 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 off the hot lava covering his face, revealing his dark red eyes.

No matter who sent that abyssal demon, no matter what his intentions were, Anyavelli did not intend to spare his life. His behavior of spraying magma had deeply angered this high-ranking demon.

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

Flames of hatred shot out from Anyavelli's eyes, and before his eyes, it seemed that the image of the demon being torn into pieces appeared.

Anyavelli seemed to have thought of countless ways to torture that abyssal demon in his mind, and there was no shortage of tools to torture other demons in hell.

However, all those pictures are just Anjaville's own imagination, and the actual situation that is happening before his eyes will not be changed in any way because of his imagination.

Under Anavelli's watchful eyes, the seemingly ordinary demon in front of him suddenly released a burst of dark red mist, and as if he had lifted some kind of camouflage, his body became huge, his skin It also turned dark yellow.

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

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

Looking at the extremely huge demon and the dark red mist he released,

Anyavelli was taken aback for a moment, before he said anything, his whole body was shrouded in the mist.

"This is... the power of the epidemic?" 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, knew that what the demon said was true, and he didn't deceive the slightest bit of language.

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

And according to what Anyavelli felt, the demon who used the power of the epidemic is probably the dark yellow demon in front of him.

Anyavelli didn't know the purpose of this dark yellow demon, but judging from his behavior of spraying magma, it was obvious that this demon came from a bad place.

Under the cover of this dark red mist, belonging to the blood of high-level demons, Anyavelli can see through the obstacles in front of him and look directly at the enemies outside the mist.

Anyavelli raised his hand, and several tiny red spots appeared on his arm. Compared with the size of his body, the red spots were so small that they couldn't be found without looking carefully. Besides, He couldn't feel any strangeness.

Sensing the killing intent emanating from the dark yellow demon, Anyavelli let out a cold snort, with a bit of disdain in his eyes.

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

Looking at the almost invisible red spot on his arm, Anyavelli said contemptuously.

The blood of a high-level demon brought him strong resistance, similar to the power of this level of disease, and even a decent spell did not bring him as much damage. He didn't understand why the dark yellow demon To release this red mist, but judging from the results, this red mist did not have any effect.

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

Maybe it's because the dark yellow demon is too calm, or maybe it's a faint perception of danger in his heart. Although he hasn't been hurt by the epidemic, he always feels that something is wrong.

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

He lowered his head, only to see that the red spots on his arm had already spread. He tried to touch these red dots, but only felt a soft touch. The tough skin that belonged to high-level demons was undergoing some special changes at this moment.

"What did you do?" Anyavelli asked, but did not get an answer from the dark yellow demon.

Anyavelli, who sensed something was wrong, spread his wings behind his back. Just as his feet left the ground, he was about to directly break through the possible blockade with the powerful power of a high-level demon. It fell to the ground and fell in front of the dark yellow demon.

He didn't understand what happened, and tried to flap the huge bat wings behind him, but there was no response from behind. He turned around and looked at his back in disbelief. His batwing was obviously intact, but there was no sensation there, as if the batwing didn't exist at all.

Anyavelli had never heard of this kind of power, and even the bloodline of the Great Demon, who was able to recognize the abilities of other demons, had no record of this unique power.

This may be a unique spell, or it may be something else, but at this moment, under the restriction of this power, Anyavelli felt the fear of the unknown.

Even though the bat wings on his back were unusable, and his arms were faintly abnormal, Anjaveli did not give up. He stared at the dark yellow demon, and black flames ignited all over his body.

What was waiting for him was the dark yellow demon's sneer and slightly raised hands.

The next moment, a dark liquid spewed out from Anyavelli's body. The red dots that appeared on the surface of his body now became the outlet for the dark liquid. His body was rapidly melting, and the power in his body also Rapidly passing.

"I will accept your demon bloodline."

Just when Anyavelli was unconscious, the low-pitched words of the dark yellow demon came from his ears.

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