Chapter 885 The Battle between the True Demons

As the locomotive roared, flames spurted out, and Dante rushed towards Virgil like a burning meteor with an unstoppable momentum.

Faced with Dante's sudden attack, Virgil did not panic at all.

He sneered, holding the narrow Yama Sword and the Phantom Sword in his hands at the same time, crossing the two swords, and lowering his body, like a cheetah ready to go.

With a sudden step, the ground collapsed instantly, and Virgil's figure turned into a deep blue meteor, colliding fiercely with Dante's scarlet drill.

At that moment, the sky and the earth seemed to change color, the air waves overflowed, and the space was distorted. The two completely different forces reached the peak confrontation at this moment.

The huge collision sound shook the surrounding space again like thunder, and the stirred air waves were like a raging tsunami, sweeping every inch of air, and rolling the surrounding dust and gravel into the distance.

Virgil and Dante, these two fateful opponents, stood on opposite sides of each other again after countless confrontations. Their eyes showed both a deep understanding of each other and an inextinguishable will to fight.

Virgil's figure gradually solidified after a wave of illusory fluctuations. He waved his hand lightly, and the phantom swords that had been following him disappeared instantly, replaced by the Yama Sword he held tightly in his hand.

This legendary magic weapon, even before it was unsheathed, had already exuded a heart-pounding chill.

Virgil's eyes were calm and deep, as if he could see through everything in the world. He was not in a hurry to attack, but in an almost artistic manner, he slowly mobilized the magic power in his body to prepare for the upcoming battle.

The battle between the two had long surpassed the collision of the flesh, but rose to a contest of magic power and will.

Virgil took a deep breath and began to adjust his state. His heartbeat and breathing gradually synchronized with the frequency of the magic power around him, as if the whole world was providing him with strength.

Dante, on the other hand, used a more direct method, inserting the magic sword Dante deeply into his chest. This action seemed like self-mutilation, but it was actually his secret method to stimulate his potential.

With the outbreak of scarlet magic, Dante's body underwent amazing changes. Two pairs of huge dragon-like wings suddenly spread out. They not only provided Dante with the ability to fly, but also became the source of his power.

At this moment, Dante was no longer a simple human or demon, but a perfect combination of the two - the true demon form.

His eyes flashed with the light of madness and wisdom, and the boiling scarlet magic surrounded his body, like a giant beast that had just escaped from hell, ready to devour all obstacles.

He wielded the magic sword that was split by the injection of magic power. Every slash was accompanied by a deafening roar, and the space seemed to tremble under his sword.

Facing Dante's strong transformation, Virgil also showed his true power as the son of Sparta.

He also released deep blue magic, which came from his deep desire for power and his persistence in fighting.

As the magic surged, Virgil's body was covered with dark scales. These scales were not only indestructible, but also contained amazing magic.

His eyes turned deep blue, as if he could see through people's hearts and all illusions. The wide dragon wings slowly spread out behind him, and each scale shone with a deep blue luster, like the brightest star in the night sky.

Virgil's true demon form is a perfect fusion of humanity and demonic nature. He used the wisdom of humanity as a guide and the power of demonic nature as a support to create this extraordinary existence.

The phantom swords around him reappeared. These weapons condensed by magic power, like loyal guards, surrounded him and resisted attacks from all directions for him.

And his pair of blue fire long swords condensed by magic power are even sharper, which can easily tear through space and cut off all obstacles.

"This is the power of the real devil!"

Virgil said.

"Virgil, you are still so persistent until now."

Dante sighed.

The battle escalated again, and the contest between the two true demons had reached an unprecedented level of intensity.

Dante's scarlet magic sword and Virgil's blue fire long sword intertwined into a dense net in the air, and every collision was accompanied by a deafening roar and dazzling light.

They were so fast that only a series of afterimages could be seen flashing in the air; their power was strong enough to shake the world and make everything around them tremble.

"Virgil!"

With a long roar that shook the earth, Dante soared into the air, surrounded by a rich mercury-colored magic. That was his unique "mercury" style, which was brought to the extreme at this moment.

Mercury magic was like an invisible shackle, quietly solidifying the surrounding space, and time seemed to have lost its meaning at this moment.

Dante's figure shuttled freely in the solidified air, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by the burst of scarlet sword light. Those once arrogant demons, under the suppression of this mercury style, became slow and clumsy, like puppets forgotten by time.

Each of Dante's attacks was precise and deadly. He seemed to have become the god of death on this battlefield, harvesting all sinful souls.

However, under this seemingly invincible offensive, a darker and colder figure quietly appeared - Virgil, another legendary warrior of the Spartan family, also descended as a true demon.

His figure was wrapped in deep blue magic, forming a sharp contrast with Dante's scarlet, like the brightest star and the deepest darkness in the night sky.

"Dante!"

Virgil's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth, full of complex emotions.

Two real demons, two sons of Sparta, at this moment, all the grievances and hatreds turned into weapons in their hands, ready to pour out on each other.

Virgil's Yama Sword, that is a mysterious weapon that can cut through space and connect dimensions.

Under his control, the silver magic power condensed into slender light blades on the blade. These light blades were as flexible as snakes and instantly covered the entire battlefield.

Unlike Dante's violent, Virgil's fighting style is more calm and precise. He is like an elegant dancer, dancing in the sword light and shadow. Every swing of the sword is just right, avoiding Dante's fatal attack and constantly weakening the opponent's defense line.

"Judgment!"

Dante's roar sounded again. This time, he no longer reserved. The strength of his whole body gathered on the magic sword in his hand. The scarlet sword energy was like a roaring storm, sweeping the entire battlefield.

The sword energy contained endless anger and indomitable spirit, as if it wanted to tear all obstacles to pieces.