Chapter 886: Chop everything up, and the world will suffer

As Dante howled to the sky, his body seemed to be engulfed by invisible flames, and scarlet demonic energy gushed out of his body, dyeing the surrounding air with an ominous color.

His eyes turned into a deep blood red, and there seemed to be stars flowing in his pupils, revealing endless majesty and madness.

At the same time, the dark phantoms that emerged from under him were like the demon army in the abyss. They merged in an indescribable way, forming a huge existence that echoed Dante's true demon form, but existed independently.

This is not just a projection of magic power, but also the externalization of Dante's deep desire for battle and the ultimate pursuit of power.

On the other side, Virgil, the former brother and now the nemesis, also showed his terrifying strength as a black knight.

The Yama Blade in his hand, this magical weapon that can cut through all material and dimensional boundaries, seemed to have life in his hands, and every swing was accompanied by the distortion of space and the stagnation of time.

Virgil knew that facing an opponent like Dante, only by going all out could he have a chance of winning. So, he gathered all his magic power on a knife and released the "Dimensional Slash" which was beyond the scope of conventional attacks.

The silver light tore through the space like a sharp blade. It was not only a physical cut, but also a direct intervention in the laws of time and space.

At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be caught in a huge vortex, time became slow, space became distorted, and everything seemed so unreal.

The two powerful forces collided violently in the air, and a dazzling light burst out in an instant, illuminating the entire sky. The scarlet and deep blue light intertwined to form a breathtaking and magnificent picture.

The surrounding space seemed to be completely torn apart at this moment, the boundary between time and space became blurred, and everything seemed so illusory and unreal.

The space seemed to be completely torn apart at this moment, the originally stable real world became fragmented, and the boundary between time and space became blurred.

The air waves generated by the explosion swept in like a violent storm, blowing the clouds in the distance away.

And the deafening roars resounded through the sky like thunder, shaking the hearts of everyone present.

Nero and Luther stood in the distance, staring at the battle of the century.

Nero couldn't help asking: "Is it really okay for us to just watch like this? What if Dante..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Luther.

"Dante said he would solve it himself."

"But..."

Nero was still a little worried.

"What if something unexpected really happened?"

"Don't worry, Nero."

Luther patted Nero on the shoulder.

"If Dante really encounters insurmountable difficulties, I will transform into a real demon without hesitation. By then, my demon power will be more than twice theirs, and it will definitely not be a problem to subdue them."

The silver slash was like the brightest meteor in the night sky, cutting through the dead sky, and the light as thin as a silk thread contained a heart-pounding power.

At the moment of the slash, time seemed to freeze, everything was quiet, only the subtle and firm sound echoed in the air, it was the low hum of the blade cutting through the space, and it was also the last sigh of the Demon World Tree before the end of its life.

The Demon World Tree, this ancient and huge existence, not only connects the boundary between the Demon World and the Human World, but is also the source of countless demonic powers. At this moment, it showed unprecedented fragility under this seemingly gentle but actually destructive blow.

The crack slowly spread from one end of the trunk to the other. It was a flawless trajectory, like a masterpiece carefully carved by an artist, but with an unquestionable breath of death.

As the crack deepened, a low roar began to emit from the inside of the trunk, which was a precursor to the collapse of the supporting structure and a sign of the shaking of the foundation of the Demon World.

The branches and leaves of the Demon World Tree trembled, as if even it itself felt the approach of the end of the world, and the swaying of each leaf seemed to tell of reluctance and helplessness.

The sky, the stage that should have belonged to the carnival of the demons, became extremely depressing at this moment.

Blood-colored clouds surged like a tide, covering the stars and moonlight, and shrouding the entire world in an ominous shadow.

Thunder roared, like the judgment of the heaven on the demon world. Every thunder was accompanied by flashes of lightning, illuminating the thrilling battle below.

And in the thunder and lightning, the air of the demon world seemed to be trembling, and every inch of land was carrying a heavy elegy.

Virgil, a warrior in a black robe with a stern face, sheathed his sword smoothly and gracefully, as if the earth-shattering blow just now was just a piece of cake for him.

He looked down at the broken scene of the demon world tree, and a complex emotion flashed in his deep eyes-both pride in the powerful power and a worry that Dante would not be killed by himself.

On the other hand, Dante faced Virgil's fatal blow, not only did he not suffer any damage, but also stimulated his strength.

The scarlet devil's wings spread out behind him, like a burning flame, illuminating everything around him.

The greatsword in his hand, under the infusion of magic power, turned into a rotating blade wheel. Every swing was accompanied by a deafening roar, and it came straight at Virgil.

The battle between the two was not only a contest of skills, but also a collision of wills. Every confrontation burst out with dazzling light, making the entire demon world tremble.

"This is really much more fierce than the original plot."

Luther flew in the air with Nero.

In the original plot, although the two of them chopped each other fiercely, they didn't even break the bark of the magic tree after chopping for a long time.

Now, they just used big moves to greet each other, which was not even a warm-up.

In the end, the whole magic tree was chopped down.

With Dante's roar, the scarlet magic power condensed into a solid on the phantom sword like a violent storm, turning into a dazzling sword light, approaching Virgil.

Virgil was not in a hurry. He twisted his body slightly and slid through the fatal blow like a swimming fish. Then, he swung the Yama Sword in his hand violently, and the dark sword light was mixed with the power of space. It was lifted at an incredible angle and pointed directly at Dante's vitals.

Two completely different magic powers collided violently in the air, one red and one blue, like the chaos and order at the beginning of the world, tearing and devouring each other.

The huge impact force spread out from the two people, and the air waves caused by them made the surrounding space tremble.

However, in this feast of power, Virgil disappeared again like a ghost, leaving only a dark blue phantom passing through the air, and then appeared at a higher position, with silver-white blade lights filling the sky like stars, each of which contained enough power to cut through everything.