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

Each clash of claws and shields produced a piercing hissing sound and an explosive explosion of annihilated energy.

The magic clashed fiercely with the pale flames, and the corrosive magic at Morris's wound intensified the excruciating pain as if it had been ignited, making his withered face even more distorted.

The wound on his back kept reopening, and blood mixed with black grime gushed out, his breath steadily declining.

But he wasn't just on the defensive. Occasionally, seizing an opening in Gomur's attack, he would suddenly open his mouth and spew out a condensed, pale line of fire, like a viper's hiss, aimed straight at Gomur's vitals.

Or they could manipulate the exploding dust to create small-scale fire whirls, attempting to slow Gomur's ghostly speed.

While these counterattacks couldn't severely damage the fully alert Gomur, they forced him to be cautious and prevented him from unleashing his full power.

The battle between the two was fierce and protracted. Morris, relying on his profound foundation and the domineering power of his incineration, managed to withstand Gomur's storm of assassinations despite being severely injured.

Gomur's speed and the corrosive magic accompanying his sharp claw strikes continuously inflicted new wounds on Morris, draining his already limited life force.

Maurice was like a candle flickering in the wind, while Gomur was like a venomous snake patiently waiting for its fatal blow. For a time, neither could gain the upper hand, resulting in a bloody stalemate.

The entire Blood Spring Valley was divided into two fierce battlefields. On one side, the red-haired boy fought three powerful enemies alone with the Soul-Burning Flame. The dark blue, purple-black, and molten gold flames intertwined and collided, creating continuous roars and causing the earth to tremble.

On one side, Gomur and Morris were locked in a life-or-death struggle amidst scorching dust and eerie purple claw shadows, each clash carrying the scent of blood and annihilation.

Another severely wounded bishop lay in the distance like a rag doll, his fate unknown.

The remaining orc warriors and cultists had long been forced back to the edge of the valley by the terrifying aftershocks of this high-level battle, and could only watch in terror.

The shadow of the black-robed waiter rippled violently before the rock wall, as if searching for an opportunity to intervene.

"The big rock can't hold on, meow!" The black-robed man with the cat tail narrowly avoided a streak of eerie blue flame, his anxious voice ringing out.

A fierce glint flashed in Gomur's eyes, and the eerie light on his claws intensified: "Give me ten more breaths!"

The tall, black-robed figure silently gathered spatial tremors once more, attempting to force the red-haired boy toward a newly erected lava barrier by Baturu.

The fragile balance teetered on the brink of collapse amidst the red-haired boy's manic laughter and Maurice's trapped, beast-like howls.

The red-haired boy, like a tireless spirit of destruction, roamed freely amidst a cluster of ghostly blue flames.

His smile grew even brighter, but that pure, childlike excitement sent a chill down the spines of everyone who faced him.

The black-robed girl's magical energy fluctuations were becoming increasingly difficult to completely deflect the Soul-Burning Flame. Fine cracks began to appear on the vibration barrier, and the purplish-black energy fluctuations rose and fell violently, clearly nearing their limit.

Elder Baturu was like a furnace of life burning. Every time he activated the lava barrier to resist the flames, his rock-like body trembled violently. The soul wound at the broken point on his left shoulder emitted an even stronger aura of nothingness, and the golden magical light flickered like a candle in the wind.

The three maintained perfect teamwork, but the red-haired boy's power seemed inexhaustible, and the frequency and intensity of his attacks continued to increase.

He was no longer satisfied with simply covering a wide area with flames. Instead, he condensed the dark blue flames into deadly lines of fire, like venomous snakes with life, cunning, swift, and aimed straight at the vital points.

"Hehe, little kitty, are you tired of jumping?" The boy suddenly appeared above and to the side of where the black-robed man with the cat tail had just landed. He tilted his head, a playful glint in his pale, swirling eyes. "Then... don't jump anymore!"

The black-robed man with the cat's tail was about to use the shadow of a protruding rock to turn around again when he was horrified to find that the air around him had suddenly become viscous and heavy as a mountain.

Her once-proud speed was forcibly slowed down, as if she were sinking into an invisible quagmire.

The nimble orange cat tail froze for a moment, as if frozen in time.

The opening created by the red-haired boy! A fatal opening!

"Gotcha!" The red-haired boy let out an excited shrill laugh. His other small hand had already condensed an extremely refined line of dark blue fire, like a spear of judgment, carrying the absolute will to burn away the soul. Silent yet as fast as lightning, it shot straight at the heart of the imprisoned cat-tailed black-robed man.

The silent girl in black robes had eyes wide with rage. Ignoring her own exhaustion, she unleashed an unprecedented purplish-black light from her palms, and a more intense spatial cutting wave slashed fiercely at the line of fire, attempting to detonate or deflect it prematurely.

"Roar!" Elder Baturu let out a dying roar, his remaining right arm slamming into the ground. A small rock ridge, burning with the last of his molten gold battle aura, burst forth from the earth, attempting to block the path of the fire.

But, it's too late!

The red-haired boy's timing was impeccable; the power of his sudden attack far exceeded expectations.

That seemingly casual grab precisely caught the moment when the cat-tailed black-robed woman was moving at high speed, her old strength just gone and her new strength yet to be generated, and even predicted her dodging habits.

laugh--!

The tall, black-robed figure's slicing ripples collided with the fire line, causing the light at the tip of the fire line to flicker for only a moment before being easily pierced and annihilated by the soul-burning power.

puff!

The small rock ridge that rose from Baturu was like a hot knife through butter, silently pierced by the ghostly blue flames, and instantly turned into grayish-white dust that drifted away.

The deadly blue line of fire, almost without any real hindrance, shot towards the chest of the cat-tailed man in black robes, accompanied by the red-haired boy's manic laughter.

She could even feel the extreme fear emanating from the depths of her soul, a fear that threatened to tear her apart and melt her, even before the flames had touched her.

There is no way to avoid it!

The orange pupils of the black-robed man with the cat tail suddenly shrank to pinpoints, and the shadow of death instantly loomed over him.

At this critical moment, she let out a shrill scream, a mixture of resentment and bestial instinct. Her body twisted to its limit instinctively, and she crossed her claws, which were covered in purplish-black magic, to protect her chest.

If this attack lands, it will either kill or seriously injure the cat-tailed black-robed man, or at least render him unable to fight. The red-haired archbishop will then only need to face the silent black-robed girl and the seriously injured Elder Baturu, and the balance of power will gradually collapse.

It's only a matter of time before they completely fall into defeat.

Fortunately, although the red-haired archbishop was strong, he could suppress three eighth-tier professionals on his own, but this was only a suppression in direct combat.

Even though the three Rank 8 professionals tried to escape, the red-haired boy still had a hard time killing them.

However, this would lead to them suffering setbacks in battles against high-level professionals, causing the entire battle to collapse. With the "blood fountain" right behind them, the orcs would have nowhere to retreat!