Chapter 1287 Demonic City

In the next moment, his figure flashed like lightning and suddenly appeared on the warship in front!

"Devil...descendant of the devil!" someone shouted in horror.

"Douglas Barrett!!!" another person also screamed.

Obviously, these sailors recognized the terrifying man in front of them—Douglas Barrett, the guy known as the "Devil's Heir."

Barrett raised his fist, which was as hard as steel, high up in the air. The purple-black domineering aura on his fist flashed with dazzling lightning energy, making a "sizzling" sound.

"Demon City!" Barrett roared, his voice was deafening, as if the whole world was about to be torn apart by his roar.

Then, he mercilessly swung a punch containing terrifying power and smashed it hard at the warship!

"boom!!!!"

With a deafening roar, terrifying energy erupted instantly like a volcanic eruption.

The energy was like an overwhelming force, tearing the warship into countless pieces and splashing them everywhere.

The sailors standing on the warships had no time to dodge and were hit by this horrific energy.

"what!!!"

They let out miserable cries, and their bodies flew backwards like kites with broken strings, with scarlet blood spurting out of their mouths and splashing in the air.

"Barrett!" With a roar, the seriously injured Rear Admiral Nip Logan grabbed a piece of the wreckage tightly and used all his strength to flip himself up. His body was trembling with pain, but he endured it and stood up shakily.

"Rear Admiral of the Fifth Marine Corps, Nip Logan, meet us!" His voice was a little weak, but full of determination and resolve. He held the long sword tightly in both hands, his eyes were like torches, staring at the enemy in front of him - Barrett.

Barrett saw this, and a hint of appreciation flashed across his eyes. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "Nice look." However, before he finished speaking, his face suddenly turned gloomy, "But I don't like it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura suddenly emanated from Barrett's body. It was the domineering aura of the Overlord! This aura was like a gust of wind, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

"Buzz~~" With the burst of this breath, Major General Logan's consciousness instantly became blurred. He felt as if his brain was hit hard by a heavy hammer, and the pain was unbearable. His body could no longer support it, and he fell to his knees.

Not only that, this domineering aura also affected all the soldiers on the warship. They were completely unprepared and were instantly stunned by this powerful force, falling to the ground one after another.

Suddenly, the surrounding space seemed to be disturbed by a mysterious force, and countless snowflakes fell like feathers.

"Huh?" Barrett couldn't help but let out a puzzled hum. His eyebrows raised slightly and his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, trying to figure out what was going on with this sudden snowflakes.

However, before he had time to think, an even more shocking scene occurred - half of the battlefield was covered by a thick layer of ice in the blink of an eye. The crystal clear ice surface reflected faint light, illuminating the entire battlefield like a fairy tale world clad in silver.

In this world of ice and snow, a figure appeared on the boat quietly like a ghost.

In his left hand, he tightly grasped a long sword that shone with cold light. The blade and the ice and snow complemented each other, revealing a hint of coldness. On his face, there was a faint smile, which seemed to be mocking, but also seemed to contain endless deep meaning.

"Mr. Barrett, please stay." Yixiao said with a smile and a sincere tone.

Barrett couldn't help but chuckle when he heard that. "Oh?" There was a hint of disdain and sarcasm in his voice. "Do you think you can do it?"

Barrett raised his head and smiled at Yixiao with his nose. This arrogant posture seemed to tell the other party that he didn't take Yixiao seriously at all.

Facing Barrett's provocation, Yixiao was not angry, and a faint smile still hung on the corner of his mouth. However, the next moment, the knife in his hand suddenly exuded a powerful domineering aura, instantly dyeing the surrounding air black!

This domineering aura was like a raging torrent, continuously pouring out from Yixiao's body, making people feel an incomparable sense of oppression.