Following the last sentence of the show, the red light on the dark red rock was extremely strong, beating like a heart.

The strange rock slowly floated and flew to the left chest of the bone wolf.

"Roar!"

A terrifying aura burst out, and all the trees within 100 meters were destroyed by an invisible force.

The magic wolf's empty eye sockets emitted a strange red light. It raised its head to the sky and howled.

All the aura of death and darkness was absorbed by it.

The magic wolf's aura continued to rise.

Tier 6, tier 7, tier 8, all the way to the peak of tier 9 before it gradually calmed down.

In the distance, the roars of the magic beasts could be heard continuously. They were frightened and confused. This was their way of showing their submission to this overlord that had suddenly appeared.

However, the eyes of Ernest gradually turned gloomy. He shouted loudly, causing the people around him to tremble in fear.

"Why is he only at the peak of tier 9?! Logically speaking, Lord Fenrir should be able to reach the saint-tier when he recovers! Damn it, where is Lord Fenrir's jawbone?!"

There was a part of the jaw of the berserk and terrifying legendary demon Fenrir that was empty. It was missing a few bones.

"It's missing an interspatial ring. Someone had an accident. We have to get it back immediately. With Fenrir's current strength, there's no place that we can't go except for the territory of some saint-tier magical beasts. There's no opponent in the Magical Beast Forest other than saint-tier magical beasts!"

Fenrir jumped onto the back of the magical wolf. Fenrir's limbs were suspended in the air. Black Flames were burning on the pale skeleton. With a low roar, it rushed in a direction.

...

Swoosh!

The extremely bright holy light easily cut an ancient tree that was as thick as a few people's arms into two pieces.

Red blood slowly flowed down the broken part of the tree trunk.

Patter!

The corpse that was cut into two pieces fell to the ground. It looked like the trial-takers of the Dark Church.

Louis, who had gray hair and silver eyes, slowly withdrew the holy sword. His expression was indifferent. The strength of a peak level eight was revealed.

His entire body was shrouded in a faint holy light, like the incarnation of a God walking in the human world. It was perfect, holy, and cold.

"Louis."

A silver-haired woman wearing a priest's robe looked at Louis. She pointed at a wounded figure in the corner and said, "This person is a knight of the Eternal Empire. Do you want to kill him?"

Louis swept his cold gaze over.

Hawthorne hurriedly lowered his head. Panic, fear, and humiliation appeared on his face. The hand holding the knight's longsword trembled slightly.

Don't kill me, don't kill me!

While Hawthorne was pleading in his heart, Louis' words were like a judgment from heaven. "Forget it. Since he's from the Yheng Empire and the Alcott Empire, there's no need to bother about him. Only the people from the Dark Church are our primary targets."

Hawthorne's worried heart suddenly relaxed. He panted heavily and his back was soaked in cold sweat. He felt as if he was about to escape death.

Suddenly, a powerful aura erupted from afar. It was evil and dark.

Louis suddenly turned his head. For the first time, his face had a hint of solemnity.

"It's the aura of the Dark Church. Let's go and take a look."

"Yes!"

A few priests and knights of light nodded respectfully and left quickly after Louis' footsteps.

No one looked at Hawthorne again.

Hawthorne slowly stood up with his sword in hand, and his tyrannical aura kept surging on his body.

This feeling of being like a pig being casually decided on its life and death was too unbearable. He had never experienced such humiliation before. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with deep resentment and resentment.

I want to be as strong as him too!

The image of Joelson flashed through his mind. He would never forget the pain of the flames burning his skin. The hatred in his eyes grew stronger.

Suddenly, a black light caught Hawthorne's attention. It was emitted from the corpse of the Dark Church's trial-taker. Hawthorne walked forward and searched the body of the Dark Church's trial-taker. Finally, he took out a ring.

Hawthorne looked at the black ring in his hand in surprise and confusion. He felt it carefully and his eyes were filled with great surprise.

Interspatial ring!

It was a very valuable treasure.

Moreover, there were a few strange bones floating in the interspatial ring. The black light was slowly flickering.

Hawthorne could feel that there was an evil and powerful power emanating from it.

His heart began to beat violently, and a bold idea appeared in his mind.

This was his chance, a chance to become stronger that he would never see again.

But the price was to fall into the darkness.

Hawthorne's face showed hesitation and struggle, and soon he became firm.

Joelson, Louis, I will make you pay soon!

A sinister and terrifying smile appeared on the corner of Hawthorne's mouth. He reached out his hand and slowly grabbed at the evil bone in the interspatial ring.

"Roar!"

A terrifying aura burst out, uprooting huge trees like weeds.

A red and a blue streak appeared in the air. Two huge figures were entangled together, and the wild and violent energy that spread out suppressed the magical beasts within a few miles of them, causing them to continuously tremble.

Joelson's brows furrowed slightly.

He was still a little lacking.

He had already entered the depths of the Magical Beast Forest. This was the first saint-level magical beast that he had encountered in the past few days with Du Lu.

It was a water-type Crocodile King that was hidden deep within the swamp.

It could fly and release powerful water-type forbidden spells. Its strength and defense were not inferior to Du Lu's, and its recovery ability was even stronger than Du Lu's.

Du Lu's draconic might also become very weak against the saint-level Crocodile King.

Unlike the battle-saint knight Cliff, Du Lu's advantages were completely useless. Moreover, the Crocodile King, who had grasped the profound meaning of water element, even somewhat restrained du Lu.

Du Lu, who was at the ninth tier, had been suppressed by the swamp Crocodile King all this time, barely maintaining a tie.

"Forget it."

Joelson had the thought of retreating.

"I've hunted enough magic beast crystal cores these few days. Six ninth tier, fifteen eighth tier magic beast crystal cores, and countless sixth and seventh tier. There's no need to continue fighting with the saint tier."

Joelson also knew that once Du Lu advanced to the saint tier, he could completely crush the Crocodile King.

"Du Lu."

Joelson called out softly, and his body began to retreat rapidly. Du Lu suddenly broke free from the Crocodile King's current restraint, and his warning eyes stared at the latter as he retreated together.

The saint-level Crocodile King looked coldly at Joelson and Du Lu's receding figures and did not chase after them.

It was confident in defeating this tier 9 giant dragon, but it was also afraid that it would be injured by the other party.

It was not the only saint-tier magical beast in the Magical Beast Forest. If it was injured, many enemies would definitely take the opportunity to seek revenge on it.

Just let them go.