Chapter 1105 - 662: Master-Servant Contract, 3 Million Blood Moon Coins!

Chapter 1105: Chapter 662: Master-Servant Contract, 3 Million Blood Moon Coins!

Those Golden Tier Demons really have rotten luck; unlike the Middle and Low Tier demons, they couldn’t escape by chance.

Every single Golden Tier Demon here in Fang Zhou’s realm has been marked.

At first glance, Fang Zhou planned what kind of undead they would be made into.

Fang Zhou flew in the sky, releasing skill after skill.

Golden Tier Skills now had low consumption for him and quick casting, ideal for attacking Golden Tier Demons.

One after another, the demons roared, wailed, or laughed maniacally after realizing they couldn’t escape, launching a counterattack.

They battled crazily among the lines of undead infantry on both sides.

The immense power could directly smash the Spiritual Remains Warriors apart, and even the Blood Spirit Warriors couldn’t withstand their furious attacks several times.

But Fang Zhou also had Curse Blood Warriors among the infantry, and when Golden Tier Curse Blood Warriors confronted them, those demons were doomed.

The Curse Blood Warriors entangled those Golden Tier Demons, while surrounding Silver and Bronze Tier undead infantry attacked frenziedly.

In the rear, the Tomb Mage Corps were also attacking and weakening these demons who dared to launch counterattacks without holding back.

Under this assault, these demons didn’t even require Fang Zhou to act—they were decapitated one by one.

And the demons’ counterattack ultimately only resulted in the deaths of dozens or hundreds of low-tier Spiritual Remains Warriors.

Such losses were almost negligible to Fang Zhou; he now looked down upon Bronze Tier Spiritual Remains Warriors.

The battle designed to lure the demons out ended quickly, and within half a day, not a single demon was seen standing on the battlefield.

Aside from a few seriously injured captured demons, all other demons had turned into corpses.

The battle was over, but this time’s purpose wasn’t yet complete.

The main force of demons in the Draven stronghold was wiped out, but some demons remained in the city.

Some were consuming undead corpses, while others, being too full, didn’t want to fight for the moment, surviving by chance.

In the just-ended battle, some Flying Demons fortunately escaped.

Fang Zhou didn’t want those demons causing trouble his stronghold; now he considered Draven’s stronghold already his own.

Fang Zhou withdrew some Blood Spirit Warriors and Curse Blood Knights, then urged the Curse Blood Bone Dragon to fly towards Draven’s stronghold to eliminate the remaining enemies inside.

"Roar!!"

Upon flying above Draven stronghold, Fang Zhou looked at the severely damaged stronghold below, and a fierce rage burned within him.

The buildings inside the stronghold had almost all collapsed, and traces of battle were everywhere.

Initially thinking he could save a lot of Blood Moon Coins, now that dream had shattered.

With Fang Zhou’s arrival, the dragon might of the Curse Blood Bone Dragon swept through the entire stronghold.

Under his casting, summoning arrays appeared at various nodes inside the stronghold.

One by one, arrays gleaming with rune light swiftly formed, followed by Blood Spirit Warriors emerging from them.

They wielded shields and spears, their bodies’ Soul Fire burning fiercely, emitting a Battle Cry that hit straight to the soul.

The remaining demons found in terror that Blood Spirit Warriors appeared in various places around them.

In no time, more and more Blood Spirit Warriors charged out from arrays all around.

They quickly captured the high ground and the city walls, then advanced in orderly formations.

Not just the outskirts, even the center of the stronghold, was summoned by Fang Zhou with Blood Spirit Warriors.

They arranged in neat formations, launching indiscriminate attacks on surrounding demons.

In the underground cage, the remaining Blade Demon turned in panic circles upon realizing Fang Zhou above.

The terrifying dragon might nearly suffocated him; he didn’t dare fight, aware several Golden Tier Demons had been killed.

The Blade Demon wanted to escape, but trapped in the stronghold’s dungeon, there was nowhere to run.

Draven, hung on the iron rack like livestock, quietly opened his eyes.

He was covered in blood; just before Fang Zhou’s arrival, he was being gnawed by the Blade Demon.

In immense pain, Draven resolutely shouted, "Master, save me!! I’m willing to give everything!!"

Along with Draven’s shout and his mental broadcast, this message was immediately captured by Fang Zhou.

He sensed the situation in the dungeon.

After Draven opened his eyes and finished shouting, the Blade Demon panicked, having intended to kill Draven and satisfy his hunger before heading out.

Now it was all over; the Blade Demon growled and charged, his blade slamming into Draven, about to kill him.

This scene was detected by Fang Zhou through the Soul Fire, and hearing Draven’s words, his eyes showed delight.

Then he released a Death Energy Shield.

An array spiritual light swiftly penetrated the underground, enveloping Draven and forming a shield with astonishing defense power.

"Boom!"

The Blade Demon attacked with furious roars, but now the attack was merely venting anger.

The defense power of this shield could withstand at least dozens of Blade Demon attacks.