Rebirth in the Soul Street: Becoming a Demon King in Another World

On the sword of flesh and blood, countless scarlet eyes opened, and their gazes actually condensed into substance, transforming into lines of flesh and blood that shot out and pierced into the deep sea tide.

Like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins, or a strange blood snake, the thread of flesh and blood shuttled freely in the sea tide, easily crushing the deep-sea lord that looked like a giant whale.

"This is the Deformed Demon Sword!" Azazel showed his sharp teeth and grinned.

Distortion was a seed that he had casually planted long ago. He never expected that it would grow into a forest, and not only did he escape a fatal calamity, but he even managed to forge a magic weapon.

The thread of flesh and blood returned to the sword body, and Azazel immediately swung the sword up, adding tremendous power of corruption to it. He split the sea with one sword, and tore open the tide of the deep sea.

"That was a good strike!"

However, after cutting through the sea tide, the person who came face to face was Frode with a slightly raised smile on his face!

Endless corrupt water was compressed into one point and suddenly exploded in his hands.

The dark blue water roars down!

——Corrupted Water, Doomsday Judgment

Even though the water of destruction turned into water of corruption, it still retained its previous characteristics.

Frode's ability to control water is not like that of ordinary water-attributed spirit masters, who transform spiritual power into water or use spiritual power to absorb moisture from the environment.

Instead, in his spiritual world, there is a vast ocean, which is the so-called water of destruction, and now it can also be called the water of corruption!

Moreover, every drop of corrupted water is connected to Freud. After each use, it will not disappear into the environment, but will return to Freud's spiritual world through connections.

Therefore, he used corrupted water, which was extremely "energy-saving and labor-saving"!

Moves can be released without restraint!

Boom!

Under the roaring water flow, Azazel was blasted directly into the ground.

But Frode's attack did not stop. The deep sea tide descended from the sky again, and several deep sea lords swooped down.

A whale fell from the sky, plummeting down!

Rumbling--

The continuous loud noises, like the heartbeat of the earth, resounded throughout the world.

"Is he dead?" Kona forced herself to calm the shock in her heart and asked carefully.

No one answered her, but Honglian's actions gave a response.

Behind Honglian, blood flames suddenly turned into liquid and condensed into a four-winged golem. The terrifying power like the gaze of thousands of demons burst out and enveloped the left side of the three people.

——Demon·Blood Lord

boom!

Azazel broke out of the ground, and the shadow of the fallen demon emerged. He blocked the soul threat of the Blood Lord, and with his wings vibrating, he swung his sword and fell.

"This is my power, Honglian!"

"so what?"

The Holy Demon Sword shone brilliantly and collided violently with the Demon Sword. The two were caught in a struggle of power and momentum.

However, this is not a battle between two people.

"You escaped by burrowing into the ground, Azazel, you look so miserable." Frode joined the battle at the right time.

The dark blue sword of water, carrying the weight of an entire expanse of corrupted water, fell from the sky!

——Corrupted Water·Heavy Water Sword

"Despicable traitor!"

Feeling the deadly threat coming from above his head, Azazel forcibly broke away from the wrestling and dodged away.

As he turned around, half of his wings were cut off by Honglian, and half of his body was affected by the corrupt force, withering and shrunken.

"Whoo~"

Azazel took a long breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. Threads of flesh and blood grew from the deformed magic sword and pierced into his body, quickly repairing it.

"Well, you guys made me serious!"

Azazel still maintains the demeanor of a fallen demon god.

"Really? Then... let's be completely serious!" Frode couldn't help but smile, and with a wave of his hands, the corrupt water was completely released.

The sky and the earth were instantly covered by the roaring flood!

This is the prototype of the field!

"Despair, Azazel, let me taste your deliciousness!"

The butterfly wings surrounded by mist spread out, stirring up a torrent of destruction. Xila and Frode moved as one, like gods holding the power to destroy the world.

"Azazel, today you must pay for your crimes. Prepare to be judged!"

The four-winged holy demon statue reappears in the world, standing proudly under the torrent of destruction, and its aura is even more condensed than Xila!

"Did you really think you could defeat me?"

Azazel erupted again, but this time it was more than just anger...

The flesh and blood continued to deform and grow, and in the blink of an eye, the magic sword turned into a giant weapon.

Immediately, the fallen demon statue emerged, holding a giant weapon and flapping its wings!

Rumbling--

The two swords collided, and the air waves surged, causing spider-web-like cracks in the space, and then the sky collapsed!

The corrupted water covering the sky collapsed, and under Frode's control, all hit Azazel.

呲呲呲——

The power of corruption spread, forming a protective shield to wrap around the fallen demon statue. A harsh corrosion sound was heard. This was the battle between the power of corruption and the power of corruption.

However, Honglian's eyes focused, and the Holy Demon Sword flew out of his hand, carrying the power of the holy purification attribute, and directly cut off the top of the shield.

The corrupted water fell head-on and poured into the shield. Azazel had no choice but to remove the shield directly, protecting his body with the power of corruption and allowing the golem to be corrupted.

Looking up at Honglian, he saw that there was no sword in his hand. Azazel suddenly had an idea and the deformed magic sword in his hand followed suit, flying out of his hand and shooting straight towards Honglian.

"Idiot! As expected, anger will overwhelm reason?"

Honglian clenched his hands, and the Holy Demon Sword appeared in his hand again, and with one sword he chopped off the distorted demon sword.

Then, the distorted magic sword flew backwards and crashed into the corrupted water, then pierced through it and flew to an unknown place.

Although the Holy Demon Sword is equivalent to a real sword on the material level, it is ultimately made of the power of the Holy Demon. Hong Lian can be in his hands instantly with just a thought.

Seeing this, Azazel also reacted and his emotions became even more confused.

Although he is connected to the Sword of Distortion, he is powerless because of the corrupted water.

“So, do you feel desperate?”

Countless vortex tentacles stretched out and directly tore the fallen demon statue into pieces. Frode stretched out his hand and the tentacles simultaneously stretched out towards Azazel.

"Hmph! Despair? How is this possible? I am the fallen demon god Azazel, how can I feel despair!" Azazel roared angrily.

"Then...what are you withdrawing from?"

Honglian's voice came from behind, startling Azazel and turning back suddenly, only to be faced with a sharp sword.

In shock, he dodged to the side!

Click!

One of his wings was cut off by the roots, and Azazel immediately lost his balance and fell into the corrupted water.

"No, I can't die!"

Azazel's emotions finally burst out, and he roared at the top of his lungs.

The power of corruption surged and condensed into incomplete wings, but before the body regained balance, the other wing was cut off by the flying sword.

At the same time, in the corrupt water below, vortex tentacles suddenly stretched out and directly wrapped around Azazel's limbs.

"Is he going to... die?"

“So… is this despair?”

Azazel, the negative emotions accumulated after several failures finally exploded all at once.

The Winged God Clan, Cao Ren, the brothers Cao Yanbing,...

It turns out that I lost so many times!

It's really... sad.

however!

Boom——

The giant dark green spear pierced through the corrupted water in an instant, and with the dark green sand and dust flying all over the sky, it actually pushed the corrupted water away.

"Master, long time no see!" A sharp and familiar voice sounded.

Azazel's body slammed heavily onto the wasteland where the corrupt water had receded. Before he could react, the sharp sound rang out again.

"This time, it's my turn to be the master, hehehe!"

The pale figure walked towards Azazel, his dark pupils trembling slightly, full of anticipation.

"Number 13!"

"No, please call me clown!"

The clown stretched out his hand, grabbed Azazel's head and lifted it up. Black mud flowed out of his palm and invaded Azazel's facial features.

"As if we don't exist?"

A deep sea lord charged towards the clown, but was smashed to pieces by a giant green gun.

"Anubis, don't let him bother me."

"Yes, Master!"

The jackal-headed creature, with a pitch-black body and bright green eyes, took a step forward and suddenly shot towards Frode.

"Hmm? Anubis? You're a defeated general, and you think you can beat me just by changing into black skin!"

There was contempt in Frode's eyes. He raised his hand and the deep sea tide came again.

"You have merged with my godhood. I will grind you into dust bit by bit."

Anubis roared, and a dark green sandstorm formed behind him, crashing into the deep sea tide.

"You still dare to collide head-on? Haven't you learned the lesson from last time?" Frode said lightly.

"Then let's try it!" Anubis snorted coldly.