c55: 53: Death’s Chime (2)

Only, her brow contained a hint of blood redness.

Making her resemble a siren, pure and enchanting seamlessly merged.

At this moment, her power began to climb, on her body, a chilling radiance arose, Silver!

Following the Inferior Demon, the Dark Elf finally completed her transformation, achieving Silver Level strength!

What’s going on...

The Insect Demon remained eerily tranquil.

In just a moment, the Insect Demon’s consciousness was completely frozen; before Rose, it lacked even the courage to wail, helplessly watching its painstakingly cultivated larvae being slaughtered one by one, utterly powerless to retaliate.

"Kill it!"

Seeing the Dark Elf’s successful ascent, Chen Feng tightly clenched his fists; he wanted to test her strength, and the Insect Demon, unfortunately, became the experiment’s target.

The Insect Demon grew increasingly cold, feeling as if plunged into an icy cave, frozen through and through.

It lifted its head; before it was a face beyond description, it smelled a hint of blood, and a raised longbow.

Simultaneously, the Inferior Demon released its arms, tossing it directly away.

"Boom!"

Suddenly. An icy stream of light mercilessly shot forth, as if piercing the void, faster than lightning!

Like a comet smashing the Earth, rippling vibrations spread, shattering into a powdery mist dropped in anger.

"Thud!"

Then came a heavy, tooth-grinding thud!

Yet, the previously arrogant Insect Demon unexpectedly suffered a powerful, frenzied impact, scraping a five-meter long, one-inch deep mark into the ground with its soles, as though hit by a siege vehicle; the Insect Demon spurted dark blood, the bones in its chest echoing with crisp "crackles!"

The Dark Elf fired an arrow that exploded the Insect Demon’s chest, the large intestines shot out of the body, quite shocking, as they had already turned to mushy pulp.

Energy shot!

Compared to the previous raw power, the now Dark Elf grasped some new abilities, her arrows imbued with extraordinary energy, exploding upon contact with enemies.

If a regular person suffered such an arrow, they’d instantly become a mist of blood.

The Insect Demon’s body almost shook uncontrollably; never before had its nerves tightened to such a degree, as if inhaling vast amounts of poison with every breath, unbearably uncomfortable, under the death threat, it scrambled to stand, disregarding the black blood dripping from its mouth, attempting to flee from this place of turmoil.

It could no longer care about anything else.

The survival instinct within urged it to escape as fast as possible.

"Boom!"

The second arrow.

The Insect Demon’s body maintained its running posture, but its head directly burst, brain matter and blood scattered onto the ground...