The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

As the words fell, a drop of blood dripped from Roxey's fingertip, lightly striking the ground, forming a deep red ripple.

At the same time, the purple flames on Zakro's body suddenly surged, a whirlwind whipped up ashes across the sky, and distorted flames condensed behind him into a massive demonic shadow, as if reality itself was twisting in terror.

The air froze at that moment, darkness and blood intertwined, as if time itself held its breath for this battle.

Zakro was the first to move.

His palm suddenly opened, purple flames erupted from the ground, countless purple flame spears screamed through the air, targeting Roxey.

Each spear of flame bore terrifying Fear Energy, distorting the air as they passed, rocks on the ground turned to black dust instantly, like everything touched by the flames would be utterly destroyed.

"Die for me!" Zakro's voice carried anger and pain.

Roxey's gaze darkened, his steps unmoved, he simply raised his hand, a crimson blood mist spread from his palm, floating like some sort of ghost in the air.

The blood mist gathered before him, forming a crystalline blood crystal barrier.

The purple flame spears struck the barrier, flames roared, the blood-colored shield trembled slightly, yet remained completely unmoved.

"These flames can't hurt me."

Roxey's voice was gentle and elegant, he lightly waved his hand, and the blood crystal barrier instantly scattered into fine blood threads drifting away.

The blood threads did not dissipate.

As he swiftly clenched his fist, the countless threads seemed suddenly alive, weaving into hungry beasts in the air, like starving wolves rushing towards Zakro!

Witnessing the sudden change in moves, Zakro's face turned sharply, he quickly raised his hand, forming a massive purple flame in his palm, crashing forward.

"Fear Melt Flow!" Zakro growled, his voice laced with madness.

Purple flames surged like a raging torrent, accompanied by countless mournful whispers, as if innumerable souls howled within. Fear Energy spread with the flames, the entire battlefield twisted in an instant, air compressed to the limit, the ground began to crack, debris scattered everywhere!

However, the blood mist seemed unaffected, continuing to extend toward Zakro, passing through the purple flames as if unimpeded.

Zakro's heart sank.

Clearly!

Roxey's abilities were not just simple defense!

Just as he expected, a terrifying energy brewed within the blood mist, devouring everything obstructing its path, like an endless Abyss!

Zakro's pupils shrank fiercely, he could feel the power ruthlessly consuming his Fear Energy.

Unwilling to sit and wait, a low growl erupted from his throat, he tore at his own arm, deep purple blood gushing out, dripping into the burning flames.

"Fear Sacrifice—Demon Descent!" Zakro's voice carried madness and despair, "Die for me!!!"

Shadows on the ground suddenly began twisting and writhing, as if darkness had come alive!

Immediately, a gigantic purple claw emerged from the depths of the flames, wielding decaying and destructive power, fiercely smashing towards Roxey!

The surface of the claw was covered with grotesque warty growths, emitting a nauseating smell, enough to make one's sanity plummet just by looking at it.

Yet that was only for ordinary people.

Roxey slightly raised his head, his face remained calm, as if all before him was unimportant.

He gently uttered a few short syllables, his voice lightly yet as heavy as a thousand pounds!

"Blood Realm Expansion."

The sky was instantly filled with blood-red whips, crazily wrapping around the giant claw!

The whips twisted, constricted, attempting to crush the claw, sharp spikes digging in!

Zakro's pupils contracted sharply, watching in disbelief as Roxey absorbed his Fear Energy.

"This is impossible…" He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with shock, anger, and a hint of disbelief.

He knew Roxey's strength.

Although this guy was of Master Level, his strength was supposed to be inflated, like his two grandchildren... just a pretty vase suppressed by his predecessors, outwardly strong but inwardly weak!

Conversely, himself, not only had he been a general on the battlefield, but the true head of the Dragon family!

Whether in strategy or bravery, he had absolute confidence not to lose!

Even facing Caesar Colin, he didn't lack the power for a fight, so how could he struggle so much against a junior?!

Zakro's analysis was not entirely groundless, as this world's Transcendent Strength Level indeed did not equate to absolute might, like the Demon King Academy's exam results, merely one indicator of strength.

However, he ultimately forgot that his last battlefield triumph was over a hundred years ago, and a century's transformation could change too many things, for others as well as himself.

Roxey indeed was a weak heir, his indecisive nature was not favored by many nobles, but overshadowing his brilliance was Caesar Colin—the most unfathomable Military Minister within the six-member Cabinet, the Vampire Prince at his peak, a living legend of the Colin family!

Still able to face Caesar?

Clearly, Caesar wasn't aware of this matter.

Unable to accept this brutal reality, Zakro let out a furious roar.