After leaving the team, the adventurer ladies regretted it deeply-Chapter 782 - 537. Taming the Magical Dragon, Identity Exposed?!

The flesh scattered, leaving the sky pure and spotless.

The Black-clad Swordsman strode forward, as though he had merely handled a trivial matter.

Donkey-face’s death was like a bucket of cold water splashed onto Delgon and the others’ heads.

A Heaven Rank warrior couldn’t even last a single round before him.

This wasn’t illusion magic at all.

Standing before them was none other than the "Demon Slayer"!

The thought of resisting was snuffed out instantaneously, as Delgon cried in panic, "Magical Dragon, take me away!"

At his command, the Magical Dragon remained still, trembling on the ground.

It had been completely petrified by the Black-clad Swordsman!

"Useless trash, what good are you!"

Seeing the Dark Shadow inching closer, Delgon swallowed nervously, decisively abandoning the Magical Dragon and fleeing towards the distance.

The three Bull Horn Demon Tribe members suddenly snapped out of their daze.

The Black-clad Swordsman—he really was the Dark Shadow!

That monster had returned!

The Bull Horn Demons’ hearts pounded wildly.

In the past, he had heard of the Dark Shadow’s legend, but back then, it was only at the Light Rank, too distant to take seriously; the Dark Shadow’s presence was no more than a whisper of a story.

Now, he was battling side-by-side with the protagonist of that story, locked in a fight to the death...

The immense pressure was like tons of seawater crashing against his chest.

His face turned pale, and he felt the urge to vomit up the previous night’s dinner.

Not a chance. Not a single chance!

He glanced to the distance; Delgon was already thousands of meters away.

He too needed to escape, fast.

The three Heaven Ranked Demon leaders took off in a frenzy, scrambling to flee as if their lives depended on it.

This spelled disaster for the thirty or so ordinary demons atop the peak—they were still hoping their leaders could turn the tide.

But the leaders, along with their cadres, had fled together without a backward glance.

"Lord Delgon, you can’t do this!"

"What are you afraid of? We are brave warriors of Dragon’s Rest Tomb! Let’s fight the adventurer to the end!"

"Fight the Dark Shadow? Haha, hahaha!"

Some demons erupted into hysterical laughter.

The Heaven Rank cadre Donkey-face was killed in a single move. For them, mere Sacred Rank demons fighting the Dark Shadow was no different from walking into their graves.

"Don’t worry," said the Black-clad Swordsman. "None of you will be leaving."

As he spoke, countless irregular black fragments emerged from the palm of his hand.

The sheer number of them—one hundred in total.

Just one step away from the Law Tier.

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"Hmph, as long as I run fast, what can you do to me?"

Delgon glanced backward and noticed the Dark Shadow still standing foolishly in place.

Even arrogance must have its limits—he had already flown five kilometers away by now.

Delgon sighed in relief as his hopes for survival grew stronger.

Once he delivered the news back to Demon King’s Castle and the Four Heavenly Kings personally intervened, what would a mere Extreme Heaven Rank Dark Shadow count for?

Delgon pushed his magic circuit to its limits, desperate to increase his speed by even a fraction.

Then it happened.

Delgon noticed the clouds moving forward.

Hm?

His heart skipped a beat.

Something wasn’t right.

He was flying forward, which theoretically meant the clouds and the mountains below should be receding.

Why were they moving forward?

Did that mean he had been retreating all along?

Delgon frantically scanned his surroundings and realized that it wasn’t just him—the Bull Horn Demons were experiencing the same phenomenon. The distance between them and the Dark Shadow was shrinking with alarming speed.

The Dark Shadow extended his right palm, revealing a small black hole in the center, from which a terrifying suction force emanated.

One of his ultimate skills: Void Devouring!

A move that consumes magic power and devours all lifeforms within its range who are of a lower level than the Dark Shadow!

The Dark Shadow was at Level 79. In comparison, Delgon was only Level 70. Although he appeared to have flown far away, he was unwittingly ensnared in the inescapable web of Void Devouring.

A moth caught in the net—struggling was futile.

"No, no, stay away from me!"

Delgon glanced at the cold, piercing gaze of the Black-clad Swordsman, feeling chills crawling up his neck. It seemed as if his head might be severed in the very next instant.

Donkey-face’s gruesome death flashed vividly in his mind. Terrified, Delgon frantically retrieved a silver scroll from his space ring.

"Spatial Transference!"

It was an exceedingly precious, life-saving space scroll.

As a head leader, Delgon only carried two of these scrolls.

He had used one while under siege from Black Bear Man and others; now, he was down to only this last one.

He couldn’t afford to hesitate any longer. Tearing the scroll open, a silver glow enveloped him, and he instantly reappeared thousands of meters away.

Looking back, the Dark Shadow now appeared as a tiny dot, smaller than a mosquito.

Perhaps... he was safe?

The three Bull Horn Demon members, lacking space scrolls, met a tragic end—they screamed and wailed as they were sucked into the black hole in the Dark Shadow’s palm, disappearing without a trace.

"Having three ultimate skills sure proves useful."

Lin Da closed his palm with a satisfied smirk.

Void Devouring, one of his ultimate skills, consumed only a negligible amount of magic power, making it the perfect tool for obliterating cannon fodder.

Unlike ordinary characters, the Dark Shadow possessed three ultimate skills. Void Devouring was just one of them.

At Level 80, he could condense a Law Core, massively amplifying Destruction Magic and awakening the dormant Law Giant.

But for now, Level 79 Dark Shadow was more than sufficient.

Lin Da cast a disdainful glance toward the pitifully fleeing figure of Delgon.

Letting you run ten thousand meters ahead—so what?

As an agility-based swordsman, chasing down a short-legged Undead Mage was child’s play.

"You pathetic fool, get up. How long do you plan to grovel there?"

With a flash of his figure, Lin Da appeared atop the Magical Dragon’s head.

The Magical Dragon lacked Lin Xi’s consciousness and remained in the Catastrophe Beast state.

However, its instincts told it one thing: to defy this black-clad human would mean utter destruction. It dared not disobey Lin Da’s command.

The beast used its massive head to bear Lin Da on its back, trembling as it hovered in place.

Of course, Lin Da wasn’t here to admire the landscape. He realized that in his Dark Shadow state, he could employ Witch Purification.