The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

Bai Lin was unaware that Gray was in extremely poor condition and assumed that Gray had his own reasons for not taking action.

Anyway, he couldn't just sit by and watch himself be beaten to death by the angels; he would definitely intervene.

I'll just cooperate with Gray, and I also want to test my own abilities.

Now, Bai Lin has nothing to fear!

Bai Lin was still quite unwilling to accept that he had suffered a loss in the ranged attack wave counterattack.

As a dragon, Bai Lin possesses a powerful physique.

This time, Bai Lin wanted to try fighting the angels at close range.

I was getting crushed by Gray in melee combat, so fighting an angel shouldn't be so difficult, right?

The angel flapped his wings, causing the entire sky to tremble. His wings were fully extended, each feather flowing with liquid holy light, drawing brilliant streaks of light in the air.

Bai Lin raised his head and let out a deafening roar. His dragon wings stirred up a violent storm, a storm that could be described as a natural disaster, but it did not cause any harm to the angel, nor did it blow him back even a step.

The proud angel stood leisurely amidst the scenery stirred up by the dragon's wings, as if standing in a courtyard enjoying a gentle breeze, feeling cool and refreshed.

Although the storm it stirred up could not be considered a powerful blow, the fact that the phenomenon it created had almost no effect infuriated the "dragon".

The angel slowly raised his right hand, and a giant lightsaber materialized in his palm. The blade was completely transparent, with molten gold-like holy flames flowing within.

Instead of attacking, it hovered in the air as an absolute ruler, its silvery-white eyes reflecting the restless figure of the white scales.

Flapping its dragon wings, the angel accelerated its charge towards the angel. The angel made no attempt to stop Bai Lin from getting close; it simply held its lightsaber and waited for Bai Lin to approach.

It's clear that He isn't afraid of close combat with Bai Lin at all.

Feeling utterly humiliated, Bai Lin, filled with rage, clenched his thick dragon claws into fists and swung them out with increased speed, declaring the start of the fight.

As the distance closed, the angel finally began to make a move.

The greatsword in his hand suddenly shone brightly. The angel flapped his wings and charged forward, so fast that he left several afterimages in the air.

However, this speed was not fast enough for Bai Lin to see clearly. Facing the angel's movements, Bai Lin met the lightsaber and swung his dragon claw.

As the claws clashed, Bai Lin's first reaction was that they were burning hot.

Light-attribute attacks also carry high heat. Such heat-carrying attacks are not surprising to White Scale, which spews high-heat dragon breath. It is used to spewing dragon breath as its main ranged attack and has developed a certain resistance to the same type of attack. In fact, it does not cause much damage to itself.

This is how it should be...

That lightsaber was a collection of light-attribute magic power, and at this moment, Bai Lin also felt a slight discomfort in his body.

The restraining effect of light attribute magic is once again evident. White Scale has long been Gray's "Demon King's Familiar". This serves as an opportunity for White Scale to glimpse the threshold of the tenth rank, and through step-by-step comprehension, it officially breaks through to the tenth rank.

However, once favored by the Demon King's magic, light-attribute magic will have a restraining effect.

Gray, and all his "Demon Lord's Familia," are countered by light-attribute magic, the only difference being the strength of the counter effect.

Light-attribute magic has the most terrifying restraining effect on Gray, Theta, Capa, and Delta, who are demons, demon servants, and vampires. It is the second strongest restraining effect on servants like Alpha and Lyra (0486), who are disciples of Gray.

The last tier consists of creatures like Beta and Epsilon, which have their own unique fighting styles. This tier is least affected by the light attribute, but the effect of the light attribute is still significant.

White scales fall into this category.

During the long-range probing, Bai Lin did not come into close contact with the light attribute magic, so she did not feel the relatively weak restraining effect. Now that she is close to the light attribute magic and has experienced its overflow, she has felt the discomfort.

It's disadvantageous that a newly promoted tenth-tier player is at a disadvantage against a veteran tenth-tier player, and this relatively weak restraint effect further widens the gap.

The angel flashed to Bai Lin's left the instant the restraint effect took hold.

The sword flashed like lightning, leaving a charred scar on the white dragon's shoulder blade.

This wasn't a minor injury that would cause bleeding, but for the rarely injured White Scale, such a scratch would be painful.

The massive dragon roared, its tail sweeping across like a steel whip. The angel neither dodged nor flinched, its wings folding to form a shield of light.

With a muffled thud, the dragon's tail was forcefully thrown back, and several scales broke off.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the angel charged forward, his giant lightsaber aimed straight at the dragon's eye.

Bai Lin knew that the eyes were a vulnerable spot, and a single blow could be disastrous. He hurriedly turned his head, and the sword's edge grazed the corner of his eye, spraying a spray of blood.

In every confrontation, Bai Lin would suffer a small loss.

The repeated setbacks in their clashes gradually increased Bai Lin's disadvantage.

The battle had become one-sided. Every movement of the angel was precise and elegant, and the giant lightsaber left more and more wounds on the white scales.

Dragon blood fell like silver rain, corroding the ground and producing wisps of white smoke.

The white scales' attacks became increasingly chaotic, and the intervals between the dragon flames were noticeably longer.

The angel was puzzled as to why the white dragon before him did not back down despite knowing he was no match for it. He then dismissed the thought, attributing it to the dragon race's arrogance.

Gray watched as White Scale gradually fell into a disadvantageous position and became somewhat anxious.

If your body doesn't cooperate, something really bad is going to happen!

It will take a little more time. If White Scale can fight and retreat, it will definitely be able to hold out until Gray adapts to the restraint effect and regains control of his body.

The problem is that Bai Lin didn't have such intentions. She was truly at ease knowing that Gray would make a move at the crucial moment, becoming stronger and stronger despite the increasingly difficult battle.

This is tantamount to entrusting his life to Gray. If he doesn't quickly adapt to the end of the restraint effect, Bai Lin will really be killed here!

but……

The angel's attack wasn't particularly fierce; to be precise, there was no sense of killing intent. But Gray didn't dare gamble on whether the angel would actually try to kill him.

It's not impossible for such an aloof and arrogant creature to kill without any intention to kill.

It's like accidentally stepping on an ant; you just step on the ground and happen to kill the ant, without revealing any murderous intent.

An angel who is indifferent to everything, regarding all others as mere ants...

This was the umpteenth sword wound piercing the dragon's wing; the white scales let out a painful wail. Instinctively, it tried to gain altitude, but the damaged right wing made its flight unsteady.

The angel suddenly accelerated, appearing instantly above the white scales. Its wings were fully extended, and holy light poured down like a waterfall, firmly suppressing the white scales.

The giant lightsaber was raised high above the head, and a dazzling ball of light condensed at its tip.

This was a killing move! But Gray didn't sense any killing intent...

If his guess was correct, Gray wasn't happy at all.

The angel remained calm as the sword fell...