I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

The "Silence" curse spread, restricting the shadows on the desolate land, and soon the Shadow Demons compressed them to within about ten meters of the Elemental.

The elements in the candlelight became weak, and the previously erupting shadows and flames subsided.

The ice walls and the holy light within them seemed to become water without a source, beginning to crack under the touch of the White Demon.

The falling meteor shower also showed a tendency to disperse, the volume began to shrink, and the entrained soil no longer increased…

Li Yue triggered the "Silence" curse.

Magic was forbidden on the desolate land.

But this did not affect most of the demons' actions—Silence was aimed at the spells and incantations of mages. Skills like the Shadow Demon's Shadow Stitch, or the White Demon's touch, were part of the demons' instincts, as natural as eating and drinking, and did not require additional spells, so they were usable.

Similarly, the bone spurs and Demon Wolf fangs in Li Yue's Demon Illustrated Handbook were still sharp.

Bleeding and self-healing effects were inherent properties of the materials themselves and did not fall within the scope of magic.

The same principle applied to the bone cannons and electric towers embedded on the edge of the Colosseum and in the birdcage—they were creations, not mages, and could operate without incantations.

"What can he do?" Yi He could cast spells, but he couldn't speak.

The White Demon's ability was limited to physical objects, and even the erupting lava, ice shards, and even the bone river that washed towards it were plated with a layer of white.

Especially when the Shadow Demon couldn't control their landing points.

"You can't save his life; you killed the King of the Colosseum together." The White Demon moved towards the nearest Aberrant Eye, exposing himself behind the lens, seeming to enjoy the focus of the camera.

"To avoid misunderstandings among the audience who just tuned into the live broadcast—I think you need to explain a little—"

Gravel pressed down on his skull, and Yi He's scalp hadn't been smoothed or lifted yet.

Constantly dissolving Yi He's efforts.

The magic power of the Library and the Colosseum was slowly consumed, the source of faith was instantly exhausted, lies became reality, and the white line between Yi He and the White Demon dimmed.

Li Yue used the Aberrant Eye to zoom in on Yi He's disheveled appearance, switching the picture from near to far.

The Shadow Demon gathered the gravel and dumped it all on Yi He on the ground; Li Yue also conveniently opened the birdcage, leaving a hole to facilitate washing Yi He's body.

And Li Yue didn't care what the two of them were doing, only using the Scepter of Deceit, adding faith, and bestowing a lie.

If he continued to be beaten like that, the fall of the mage would indeed only be a matter of time.

The shadow retracted, and the long-haired Shadow Demon, grinning, walked towards Yi He with a gun.

"That world is white."

Then came the indiscriminate bombardment and the scouring of the bone river.

This ninth-tier Elemental Archmage never thought he would suffer such a setback in the Colosseum.

【He went to kill me.】

Not a bag-like body, but the brain spirit body hidden underground.

Lan Ruo couldn't ask Aka for more, cursed him as a psychopath, and then adjusted the muzzle of the bone cannon downward.

"No wonder he's an Archmage—very tough—"

"Let's also look forward to the performance of the Colosseum's new star—welcome Aka—"

"Ha…Archmage…humans…always fail to resist the invitation of demons." The White Demon was complacent when he suddenly realized that he was also covered by artillery fire.

The Corpse Collector rose from his coffin, holding another "old friend" of Lan Ruo in his hand.

When he realized that the silently recited incantations were ineffective, and his body had also transformed from elemental form back into flesh and blood, he suddenly felt extreme irritability and unease.

It was a pity that the empty meteor shower had not yet formed, and it would not disappear out of thin air due to the Silence curse, but it would no longer continue to pile up soil and become larger.

Li Yue analyzed Yi He's behavior and also guessed that the Archmage would certainly not only have magic, but also some demonic relics as trump cards, which could not be taken lightly.

"He's going to die, eh? Is it really cooperation?" The White Demon was still extending the final invitation to Yi He.

The bone river erupted, washing over Yi He, and blood was seen on the Elemental's body; the bone cannon began to bombard, explosions rang out around Yi He, and layers of bloodstains bloomed.

"Let the Archmage's magic become the fireworks of the Colosseum tonight—let's celebrate together—"

Close up, one could see Yi He's blasted shoulders and the bones outside his body; from afar, one could see the broken limbs and flesh exploding in the artillery fire.

Li Yue naturally noticed the big moves between Yi He and the White Demon, and then remembered that the demons' position was so unstable, so he simply killed the White Demon along with him.

Then Li Yue realized that a little white spot had grown on his body.

The old friend shook the tip of the whip in his hand, making a crisp sound.

Next, that kind of paleness began to connect Yi He and the White Demon—Yi He accepted the White Demon's "help."

"Ga…" It was the sound of the coffin lid being opened.

But in the next second, a sudden voice rang out.

Yi He was silent, but still quickly retreated, approaching the center of the Colosseum.

It was already very close.

"Then let's brush up swords for me and see how long I can last—"

A little light instantly turned pale.

This dissipated the earth-shattering blow, although the falling rubble would still smash the birdcage, it no longer posed any threat to the demons on the desolate land.

Li Yue telepathically communicated with Aka, while pulling back the Shadow Demon who was engaged in melee combat with Yi He—estimating that Yi He was brewing something big, Li Yue certainly didn't want the Shadow Demon to take risks.

He hadn't noticed it at the time, but at this moment, with the light shining again, Li Yue instantly connected the Light Curtain Archmage with that light.

If he couldn't break the situation again, there would be no situation to break.

Flesh and blood began to fade, and the magic robe gradually couldn't withstand the strong explosion.

Pale and weak.

The cannons fired, and the meteors began to explode in the sky, being shattered into smaller pieces and falling.

"Otherwise, his ambitions will all be in vain!" The White Demon gave a condition, "And what I need…is only his whiteness…"

So Li Yue watched and moved forward a little, lengthening the distance between himself and Yi He.

"Pa!"

The white spot was initially a point of light, and Li Yue suddenly recalled the finger gun of the Light Hand during the final ritual of the Colosseum.

The desire for slaughter increased sharply, just enough to fill the consumption of triggering the "Silence" curse, allowing the silence to continue.

The Archmage was not like a human, but only like a humanoid demon.

"I think our friend—must have some amazing relics—he still hasn't given up—"

Everything around the White Demon was pale.

But at that moment, the White Demon, hugging his arms and floating in mid-air beside the shattered ice wall, suddenly smiled.

The Silence curse was broken.

Although he felt like he was suppressing the Archmage, he couldn't be careless.

The King of the Colosseum was hitting Yi He's head.

This was also the meaning of Li Yue's previous desire to get rid of his reliance on magic.

"Being beaten so badly is not a knight, not a hunter, but Yi He, the Archmage of the Tars Empire—"

But Aka didn't directly shoot, but opened his arms to welcome Yi He in the bone river, still retaining the tradition of letting the other party make a move, waiting for the meteor shower in the sky to fall.

Aka was still waiting for them to act, the red cloak filled the desolate land in the center of the Colosseum, welcoming the paleness.

Immediately afterward, the artillery fire falling around the White Demon turned a morbid white.

"What to do?" Yi He seemed a little tempted.

Horizontally, there was the bone river; vertically, there was the shattered meteor river, about to engulf Yi He, who had lost a river.