Ashen Dragon

Mastifa exclaimed excitedly, "Red Dragon! You will become my finest prey! This is a fated encounter!"

The Centaur Demon leaned back his upper body, muscles bulging in his arm as he put all his effort into drawing the bowstring, fitting a Dragon Slayer Arrow with a spiral arrowhead onto the longbow.

In those deep-set eyes was a shocking killing intent, a dark red light clinging to the sharp tip of the arrow—this was the essence of death.

"Sizzle—"

The arrow pierced through space, tore the sky, carrying a terrifying momentum straight towards Cassius in the distance.

In the instant the arrow was shot, Chaos Fog surged behind it like a torrent, rushing towards the Red Dragon in the sky.

"Bring it on!"

Cassius squinted slightly, feeling that intense power of death, then opened his mouth, flames swirling deep in his throat once more.

"Boom—"

Silver flames poured down like a waterfall, lighting up half the sky, reducing the Dragon Slayer Arrow to dust, and dispersing the endless Chaos Fog.

Immediately after, a sun slowly rose, releasing countless rays of light.

The light of order was so dazzling, emanating waves of Divine Power, that demons from The Abyss would have their eyes ignite just from seeing it, and even Piere let out an uncertain cry, "The Lord of Eternal Radiance?"

Mastifa instinctively lowered his head, cursing softly, feeling nauseous—this was a demon's instinct.

But Cassius seized this precious opportunity, flapped his wings, and suddenly broke through the space in front of him, arriving several kilometers away near Mastifa in an instant.

The Red Dragon was entirely enveloped in Chaos Flame, even dispersing the Abyss's black mist in an instant, breaking through barriers and charging directly towards Mastifa.

Mastifa raised his head, looking at the Red Dragon with some fear, "You can actually block my arrow and break through The Abyss—"

"Now—who's the prey?" Cassius sneered, pouncing forward and suddenly swinging his sharp claws, the tips tearing the air with a piercing explosion.

"Boom!"

Bones shattered, flesh flew!

Mastifa was struck down to the ground, his head somewhat deformed, his already frightening visage becoming even more twisted, the horse's lower body kicking its hooves back and forth in a frantic struggle.

Cassius had long seen through the essence of this Centaur Demon—this guy was a mechanical monster.

He was good at tormenting the weak, even against Piere, a newly promoted and unstable Hell Lord with a piece bitten off by the Red Dragon, he was somewhat effective, but when facing someone of the same level, he was rather lacking.

Such as Cassius, although lacking Immortal Essence, he possessed a Subancestor Dragon Body at the Azul Level, and had plundered various Pseudogod Powers within, completely unafraid of Mastifa's death force.

And in melee combat?

In terms of size, Mastifa was much larger than Cassius, but most of it was filled with Chaotic Power, that centaur-like body wasn't suitable for close combat.

While Cassius was superior to this Centaur Demon in both strength and constitution, his robust Subancestor Dragon Body was a terrifying battle machine.

"Roar—"

Continuing his offensive, Cassius pressed heavily on Mastifa's body, viciously biting towards the centaur's vulnerable neck.

Mastifa spat out a mouthful of foul blood, desperately pressing the bone bow against Cassius' head, preventing him from biting the vital point.

But Cassius' claws mercilessly ripped through the centaur's thick skin, reaching into the chaos-filled massive body, continuously churning the innards inside, causing black-red Demon Blood, twisted guts to spill out like a flood.

"Damn reptile—" Mastifa let out a painful wail, born from death as a monster, but it didn't mean he didn't fear death.

Soon, Piere also flew overhead Mastifa.

This Hell Lord was covered in scars, but his pitch-black pupils were full of hatred, he intended to return all the pain imparted by this Centaur Demon—one by one!

"Cassius, let me handle it!"

Piere grasped the Purgatory Longsword with both hands, letting out an indignant roar.

Cassius glanced up, then sidled his body, exposing Mastifa's brutally split chest to the air.

And Piere, not holding back, struck down with that hundred-meter-long Purgatory Longsword, seemingly venting all his resentment on that demon.

"Die!"

The pitch-black longsword pierced straight through Mastifa's body, then deeply embedded into the ground.

"Boom!"

Magma surged from the ground, enveloping Mastifa's body, this half-man, half-horse abomination was severed at the waist, its viscera soaked in mucus flooded out in a torrent.

"Long live Lord Baal!"

"Praise the mighty and wise Master of Avernus!"

Seeing the tide of battle turned, the Devils began flattering, attributing all the credit to their Lord.

Cassius also swung his claws, dismembering the lower body, resembling a horse tainted by The Abyss, into countless nauseating pieces.

"Vile prey, you cannot kill me!"

The shattered flesh and viscera seemed to gain life, flowing towards the same direction, rapidly coalescing into a twisted monster.

It was Mastifa, horse legs, human face, arms haphazardly glued together, barely presenting a centaur's form, those eyes still deep, revealing madness.

"Indeed, a creature with Immortal Essence," Cassius said coldly.