2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Yanju, is that really your brother?" Ning Yuansi couldn't bear it anymore and asked loudly.

"It's him." Yan Yiming frowned and didn't look back: "But there's something wrong with him now."

Everyone quickly came to the high wall and saw the scene behind the wall.

The dark, scorched earth that was originally burning with flames has now turned into a huge circular basin. A small half of the broken gray-white stone pillar is in the center of the pit, surrounded by dark and dark red blocks.

At the edge of the deep pit, which was nearly a kilometer in area, the Molten Lord, with only half of his body left, supported the ground with three arms, and growled from time to time in his throat, whether due to pain or anger.

Ning Yuansi was a little shocked: "You're still not dead?"

"The vitality of the king-level alien species is beyond imagination. Even if it becomes like this, it still retains at least 40% of its strength." Yanshi looked serious and turned to look at a few people: "Do you still have your T55 potion with you? ?”

"I injected it from the beginning." Ning Yuansi reminded.

"I used it."

"I also."

Lan Yan and Tian Shou both shook their heads.

"It's difficult." Yanshi didn't look at Wu Shisan. She had to keep the potion on her body for her own use.

At the moment, the Melting Demon Lord is still not dead, but he and Yan Yiming are almost unable to fight. Ning Yuansi, Tianshou and Lan Yan alone could at most cause a little trouble for the king-level alien species, and it was almost impossible to kill it completely.

"Look at that!" Ning Yuansi suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted, as if he had discovered a new continent.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a blood line drawn in the sky. The man who just emerged from the bloody ball rushed straight towards the Molten Lord who was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

"Yanju..." Yanshi frowned and looked at the middle-aged man beside him, wanting to ask for his opinion.

"Just wait and see what happens." Yan Yiming had completely calmed down at this time. Although anxiety could still be seen in his brows, the previous impulse was gone.

Yan Muyun's resurrection from the dead and the various changes that occurred on his body were so shocking that without any information, it was the wisest choice to just sit on the sidelines.

At the edge of the pit, the Molten Demon Lord had discovered the uninvited guest rushing towards him. He lowered his left arm and waved, and a thick fire dragon instantly rose into the sky.

On top of the high wall, Ning Yuansi stared dumbfounded at the pillar of fire that was comparable to the Yellow River flowing backwards, and once again realized the power of the king-level alien species.

The entire lower body was gone, and he could still launch such an attack. One can only imagine how powerful he was in his heyday.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Yan Ju a few steps away, feeling admiration in his heart.

Being able to suppress this kind of monster by oneself can be said to be at the pinnacle of the awakened ones.

Aware of the eyes on his side, Yan Yiming stared straight ahead, but said: "I can only suppress the larger king-level alien species. If it is a king-level black-winged ghost, I will probably die in one encounter. "

As he spoke, the blood-red figure in the distance had been engulfed by the raging flames.

Yan Yiming's hands were already sweating unconsciously. Although he kept telling himself in his heart that his current brother had undergone some unknown mutation and was probably stronger than anyone present, his body still trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Fortunately, in the next second, the figure rushed out of the pillar of fire intact, and landed firmly on the forehead of Lord Molten.

He raised his right arm and punched it hard.

Everyone on the high wall opened their eyes wide, trying to see what would happen next.

However, one second passed, two seconds passed, and the molten demon lord's huge head did not even tremble for a moment.

This scene is as weird and funny as an ant punching an elephant with all its strength.

Ning Yuansi said hesitantly: "This..."

"Boom!" The violent explosion instantly swallowed up his next words.

A violent fire suddenly erupted from the top of the Molten Lord's head, as dazzling as the sun. The next second, the raging flames instantly engulfed its whole body.

"This... this damn..." Ning Yuansi said a dirty word unconsciously.

"Roar!" After bathing in the fire, the Molten Demon Lord roared angrily, raised his arm and slapped himself hard on the forehead.

Yan Yiming and Wu Shisan used their tactical intelligence almost at the same time to see the next scene clearly.

Lord Molten's palm fell like a mountain, and then he saw red light flashing above Yan Muyun's head, and a barrier composed of bloody hexagons appeared out of thin air, and he withstood the blow.

The next moment, the barrier shattered, but the Molten Lord's big hand was also slightly bounced away.

Then I saw blood gushing from the depths of Yan Muyun's pupils. He half-knelt on the ground, raised his hand and pressed down with his palm.

"boom!"

With only half of his body left, the Molten Lord suddenly fell backwards as if struck by lightning, and his huge head hit the ground hard, stirring up dust all over the sky.

Yan Muyun's figure was floating in the air, looking down at it, his blood-red eyes devoid of any emotion.

"What on earth is this..." Tianshou couldn't hold himself any longer and exclaimed in surprise.

Even an S-class superpower might not be able to defeat the Molten Lord with one punch, right?

However, the next scene once again exceeded everyone's expectations.

Yan Muyun's body landed on the molten demon lord, and he swung his fists and struck hard on the black rock formation attached to the surface of his skin. However, there was no movement at all, and he could not even hit the already dilapidated rock formation. crack.

After coming back to his senses, the Molten Lord roared angrily, raised his dark red arms under his sides, and smacked them toward the middle.

"Bang!" With a huge muffled sound, the blood-red figure did not dodge, but was actually hit firmly by those huge palms.

On top of the high wall, Yan Yiming's breathing stagnated, and he subconsciously wanted to save people. However, the dizziness caused by excessive use of his abilities caused him to stagger and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was held by the heavenly hand beside him.

"He should be... okay." Tianshou comforted him with a strange look on his face.

Yan Yiming didn't speak, but looked over there with a pale face.

He had just seen with his own eyes that the blood-red barrier was broken at the moment of contact. This proved that it was not as strong as the silver barrier and probably could not withstand such a sustained force.

Ning Yuansi couldn't stand it anymore and turned to look at Yanshi: "Captain, let's go help too, we can't just watch like this!"

"No." Yanshi refused without hesitation and said in a deep voice: "He can't communicate now. If we act rashly, we might be regarded as an enemy. We haven't figured out what his ability is yet, so we must not act rashly. ."

Ning Yuansi gritted his teeth and finally said nothing. He turned to look at the edge of the pit again.

After the Melting Demon Lord slapped Yan Muyun with both palms, he rubbed it hard several times. And as it moved, the corners of everyone's eyes on the high wall in the distance jumped.

"Roar!"

It raised its head and roared, as if venting its anger.

The next second, the dark red arms under its sides suddenly lit up with streaks of light, and a series of firelights suddenly exploded in its palms, making a thunderous sound.

Then it lowered its head, opened its palms, and spat out a large amount of molten lava with dazzling red light from its mouth, pouring down like a waterfall.

"I'm going!" Ning Yuansi finally couldn't bear it anymore and controlled the airflow to rise into the sky, trying to rush over and rescue Yan Ju's brother.

"Come back!" Rock Lion roared.

Yan Yiming opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Ning Yuansi gritted his teeth, suppressed the fear in his heart, and tried his best to use his powers to fly forward.

"I can do it, I can, I have no problem... Use the wind blade to cut the Molten Lord's eyes first, and then use the airflow to directly sweep away Yan Ju's... Huh?"

His thoughts of cheering him up came to an abrupt end, and he suddenly stopped in mid-air, staring at the scene diagonally below with wide eyes.

At some point, several of Lord Molten's fingers were broken, and in the palm of his left hand, a figure stood there intact.

However, that figure no longer looked like a human being.

Hair that burns like flames, two dark curved horns on his forehead, and his body is covered with black rock armor covered with dark red lines. Under his side, two dark red arms hung down by his sides, with a wisp of fire emerging from the fingertips from time to time.

The figure slowly turned his head and looked this way.

There are no eyeballs in the deep eye sockets, only two burning golden flames.

"Excuse me." Ning Yuansi turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

what is that? What exactly is that?

In the process of leaving quickly, Ning Yuansi looked back frequently. Fortunately, the creature seemed to have no interest in him and did not chase him.

Cold sweat continued to form on his forehead, and was quickly blown away by the wind.

He turned around again and looked at the figure standing in front of Lord Molten, and a word came to his mind for no reason.

demon.