Chapter 555

Chapter 555: Clash

Despite Greed’s eagerness to confront the demons, he and Mosa had exerted most of their energy on the stairs beside the pool. Jesse knew that in this place surrounded by demonic power and the breath of shadows, where the elements of life seemed uncontrollable, attempting to summon healing energy was very difficult.

Suddenly, another Satyr emerged from the shadows behind Jesse, and she could feel the enchanted shadow magic on its dagger almost touching her neck.

He turned around to grab his magic wand to defend himself, when suddenly a flying axe chopped the Satyr on his shoulder. The Satyr howled and stumbled forward a few steps. Jesse drew his sword and stabbed it through the Satyr’s heart. The Satyr growled, grabbed Jesse’s wrist, and pushed him aside. But when the sword was pulled out, the magical blood gushed out from the heart, causing the Satyr to collapse on the ground, unable to launch a second attack.

Greed ran out and pulled out the axe. Jesse looked at the Satyr’s body, which resembled the ones that had attacked Greed earlier. The Satyr was as strong as Jesse, if not stronger, making Jesse realize why Greed had to rely on divine powers to face them.

The demons hiding in this cave are quite capable.

"I think those demons from the caves who fought the Tree Man earlier are following us, Jesse," Greed said. "Go ahead and help the others. You still have the strength to keep running. I’ll watch our back, and we’ll catch up soon with the help of an eight-foot-tall Tauren. Don’t worry!"

As he spoke, the dwarf threw his axe to the Tauren, took off his small round shield, and Jesse tossed a bottle of Mana Potion to Greed, saying, "Give this to Mosa, take care of her, and let Mosa take care of you."

"Got it, hurry and help the other two!" Greed shouted.

Jesse nodded. He couldn’t relax as he still had strength left. He rushed towards the sound of clashing swords ahead with all his might.

Along the way, there were two dead Satyr Killers. Jesse used Detect Demon to check the shadows in the corridor, guarding against any ambush by the Satyrs. The angry roars of demons echoed from deep inside the cave, and as he entered a narrow doorway leading to a dark room, he saw the towering Satyr Lord wielding two long knives and locked in a fierce battle with Vereesa and Molofeel, holding his ground!

"You… humans, it doesn’t matter, the more the merrier! I have existed in this world in my perfect form for ages beyond your imagination. You lowly creatures, your ancestors trembled beneath the might of the Legion, yet you think you can challenge me now, believe you can easily kill me?!"

Vyletongue not only knows common language very well, but also is very skilled at it. He roared angrily, swinging his blade wildly against two opponents. Jesse quickly raised his magic wand and cast Curse of Weakness, but Vyletongue’s eye suddenly shifted towards them.

"What? Shadow Magic?! I am the shadow!!"

Dodging Vereesa’s attack, Vyletongue suddenly disappeared into the shadows. A dark mist of shadow power rapidly spread from where he vanished, causing the succubus and elf to step back to avoid it.

However, the next moment, the Satyr appeared behind Jesse several meters away!

The shadow had not even dispersed when the demon’s two sharp knives sliced through the shadow mist. Jesse’s blood boiled with excitement, swiftly dodging to the side to avoid the attack.

Was it Saenor’s Blood Pact? Jesse had no time to think, for right after dodging, the demon’s strike almost immediately followed. Jesse barely managed to deflect it with the magic wand, struggling against the formidable force.

Not only was the Satyr Lord powerful, but his resistance to shadow magic was also astonishing. Despite being affected by Curse of Weakness, the Satyr Lord seemed surprised that the warlock could still defend against his attacks. He swung his blade forward, but it struck against a dark shield, pushing him back a step.

Taking advantage of this moment, Jesse summoned a Shadow Shield to protect themselves. Vyletongue’s expression changed at once.

"Nasrae…"

Taking the chance, Jesse immediately used Scorch Curse towards his chest, causing intense Shadowflame to explode from Vyletongue’s embrace, the demon’s mane bursting into flames.

Shadow Magic didn’t cause much damage to Vyletongue, but the effect of the fire was stronger. That’s why he had a hard time dealing with this demon leader before, feeling like all his magic was powerless, while the other side was very sensitive to his Shadow Magic, even able to effortlessly evade predictions!

"Use your fire magic, Saenor, wherever you are!"

"Master, oh dear, it’s already so late, I don’t have much magic left, you better be careful! Because there won’t be any magic left for the next Blood Pact!"

Imp didn’t know where to hide and shouted from a corner, the demon roared in pain as it was burned, shaking off the flames, and then tried to swing its two swords towards them…

With a clang, Vereesa had chased up and blocked his attacks!

The Satyr who had been pushed aside came back to attack, their blades clashed, and the Satyr said softly, "Savage scum, you haven’t inherited the fighting skills of our ancestors at all, you’re no different from a crazed, biting beast!"

"Evil crossbreed covered in animal hair, how dare you judge true bloodlines?!" Vereesa pushed away the Satyr’s double-edged blade indignantly, quickly thrusting her knife forward. The demon kept retreating, wielding two blades to fend off Vereesa’s attack, their clash becoming a blur.

At that moment, Molofeel also came around from behind and charged at the demon. Vyletongue realized he was being attacked from both sides, transforming into a shadowy mass and moving a distance to dodge Vereesa’s strike, his eyes blazing with purple fire, and his two swords emitting shadows.

The succubus chased faster than the elves, catching up to Vyletongue early. Vyletongue swung his blade aggressively at her, forcing the succubus to dodge. The Satyr then attacked continuously, leaving Molofeel with no room to fight back in just a few moves.

If Vereesa had not quickly joined the attack from the side, forcing Vyletongue to retreat step by step, she might have been injured before she could dodge.

Jesse had never seen Molofeel at a disadvantage in such a fast-paced battle before. The speed of attacks from all three sides was surprisingly quick.

Dealing with such agile enemies is best done with…

Since shadow power was ineffective against the demon leader, he picked up Azuresong Mageblade. While Vyletongue was occupied and not paying attention to himself, he quickly cast a water conjuring spell. By the time he finished the spell, the Satyr, elves, and succubus had already clashed for five or six rounds!

As the incantation ended, frost immediately covered Vyletongue’s hooves, spreading rapidly.

His feet frozen in place, unable to move, he tried to step on the nearby ice but slipped. In the moment of stumbling, Molofeel’s blade thrust towards his chest!

Vyletongue staggered back a few steps, barely blocking the succubus’s attack. Vereesa directly stabbed him from behind with two blades through his chest. The blades pierced through his chest, causing the demon’s body to stiffen abruptly, his eyes glowing with dark light extinguished instantly, muttering a few words in the Highborne language.

In the blink of an eye, one misstep sealed the demon’s fate.

Vereesa pulled out her twin blades, and black-purple blood gushed from the Satyr Lord’s back. His trembling lips took a few steps forward before his strong body fell heavily to the ground, as heavy as a large stag.