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Chapter 1295 The Strongest Demon vs. the Evil Demon from Outside the Territory
There was an even crazier fighting spirit flashing in Black Rakshasa's eyes; it was a desire for victory and recognition of his opponent's strength.

He roared, and the voice was like a call from the abyss. Carrying endless resentment and anger, he launched a fierce attack on Esdeath again.

This time, he no longer held back, and all the strength in his body was concentrated in that solid black fist shadow.

The fist shadow was like the brightest meteor in the night sky, cutting through the sky and suddenly swinging towards Esdeath with the momentum of destroying everything.

Boom! !

As the fist shadow fell, it was as if a loud thunder sounded between heaven and earth. The surging airflow was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, swooping down onto the earth. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered and the rocks shattered.

This force not only impacted the ground, but also pressed down on all living beings, making them feel an irresistible majesty, as if at this moment, all life must be punished.

The plain in front of the City of the Dead shook violently under the impact of this force. Countless pieces of rock exploded, blooming in the air like fireworks, and rose high like a tsunami, dyeing the sky gray.

The air at this moment turned into a strong gale, whistling towards every corner of the underworld. Wherever it touched, ghosts and evil spirits trembled under the oppression of this force, as if even their souls were about to be swallowed by this force.

Facing the Black Rakshasa's attack that was enough to destroy the world, Esdeath did not retreat. Her petite body seemed to be endowed with infinite power at this moment.

She raised her hand and punched out. At that moment, her fist seemed to have become the hardest weapon in the world. In the rolling torrent of strong winds, her fist carried infinite and terrifying power, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, penetrating the darkness and pressing in front of Black Rakshasa.

Bang! With a loud bang, the dark fist shadow collided with Esdeath's fist. The collision between the two produced a huge energy wave, tearing the surrounding air into pieces.

However, in this seemingly evenly matched collision, Esdeath showed her amazing strength.

"it is good!"

There was a hint of admiration in Black Rakshasa's deep voice, but this admiration was more of excitement about unknown challenges.

The muscles in his arms swelled instantly as if they were poured with molten steel, and it seemed as if black iron was flowing under his skin, flashing a cold luster.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if they were the projection of the violent storm in Black Rakshasa's heart onto the outside world. The dark clouds rolled, the waves surged, and the murderous aura was as substantial as a substance. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered, all living things retreated, and there was deathly silence.

Esdeath stood there, magic power surging around her, like an undercurrent in the ocean, calm on the surface but actually turbulent.

This fluctuation of magical power finally gave Black Rakshasa the opportunity to glimpse her true nature - it turned out that this seemingly human woman was also a demon, and judging from the antiquity and depth contained in her magic, she was by no means an ordinary demon.

"So you are also a demon! Um, or an evil demon from outside the domain?"

The Black Rakshasa's laughter echoed across the empty plain, with a hint of mockery and disdain.

He had never seen a demon like Esdeath, but that didn't matter to him.

In the realm of demons, he considers himself to be the undisputed strongest, and he is confident that he can defeat any demon he faces.

In this world shrouded in ancient mythology, Esdeath's identity can indeed be regarded as an alien demon.

Her magic is not only a manifestation of strength, but also the condensation of countless souls' wails and negative energy.

Some of the souls devoured by her were once brave warriors, while others were innocent victims. Their resentment and despair became the source of Esdeath's power. As Black Rakshasa's laughter fell, a thunderclap seemed to sound between heaven and earth, and then a powerful force erupted like a volcanic eruption.

The gloomy sky became even darker, as if even the light was swallowed up by this power.

The overflowing hurricane, catalyzed by magic, turned into a sharp blade, splitting the sky and the earth, and splitting the vast plains into criss-crossing gullies, like scars on the earth, recording the cruelty of the battle.

Behind the Black Rakshasa, the black fog spread wildly and rolled endlessly like the tentacles of the abyss.

The black mists seemed to come alive in the endless darkness. They swirled and intertwined in the air, and finally gathered into a black human-shaped silhouette that was almost the same size as the Black Rakshasa.

This outline is not illusory, but is condensed from pure magic power. Every inch of skin and every bone exudes a heart-pounding pressure.

This is the Dharma image of Black Rakshasa, the embodiment of his ultimate concentration of magic power, the symbol of his strength, and the embodiment of his supreme authority in this dark world.

As soon as the Dharma image appeared, the sky and the earth changed color. The originally silent night sky was covered by a thick black curtain, the stars were hidden, and the moonlight was dim.

The Black Rakshasa seemed to have merged into one with the world. His every movement and every breath led to drastic changes in the surrounding environment.

He became the master of this dark world, controlling the fate of all living beings.

As he waved his hand, dark clouds rolled, as if countless wronged souls were wailing in the clouds.

The endless darkness rolled, as if the end of the world had come. A huge hand suddenly pressed down from the sky, bringing an irresistible pressure to Esdeath. The demonic energy lingered above the hand, as if it could devour all light and hope.

This is not only a physical attack, but also a mental oppression. Black Rakshasa tries to completely destroy Esdeath's will and make her lose herself in this endless darkness.

However, facing this overwhelming attack, Esdeath appeared unusually calm.

Her eyes were as firm as iron, and a faint sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

At that moment, her magic power reached an unprecedented height, and a powerful aura burst out from her body, as if to tear this dark world apart.

The hideous and terrifying demon form flashed across her body for a moment, but that momentary light was enough to make the whole world tremble.

Esdeath threw a punch, and the fist shadow quickly condensed in the air, like a bright star, shining brightly in the darkness.

The fist shadow formed a sharp contrast with the Black Rakshasa's huge hand that covered the sky and the sun, as if it was a contest between light and darkness, a collision between hope and despair.

Two fist shadows, one big and one small, met and collided in mid-air.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze and space seemed to be torn apart.

The violent collision produced ripples on the water, which were the distortion of space and time, and the collision of rules and power.

The ripples spread in all directions, and wherever they passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind shocking cracks.

(End of this chapter)