Boom! Boom! Boom!
Deafening roars constantly rang out in Purgatory, and the ground also trembled along with them.
That was the Demon King going on a rampage, wantonly ravaging everything around him.
Facing the Demon King's initial attacks, Drake had initially tried to withstand them head-on, but Drake quickly switched his fighting style.
A god was a god, and the Demon King in his prime possessed power that far surpassed Drake's.
Drake wasn't some pervert who liked being abused, so he naturally wouldn't continue to fight head-on.
The dragon flame wings behind him flapped, and Drake nimbly changed direction in the air, dodging the greatsword that was falling again.
Drake had also discovered the Demon King's weakness, his huge body, although it gave the Demon King unparalleled power, had also created a burden on his movements.
Admittedly, devouring the power of Purgatory had allowed the Demon King to constantly become stronger, but the thing about power was that no matter how strong it was, if it was obtained through cultivation, it would have some side effects.
Seeing that Meliodas had already stood before the Gate of Hell, the Demon King became even more agitated.
He had finally emptied Meliodas's soul, turning his body into the most suitable vessel for him to descend into.
If he let Meliodas escape back, who knew how much trouble it would add for him.
His anger rising to his head, the Demon King didn't continue to swing his sword to slash at Drake, but instead raised his sword, pointing it at the sky.
"Void!"
A black spherical space formed, and Drake, who was flying in mid-air, was directly pressed to the ground.
If the previous pressure was the Demon King unconsciously releasing it because of his own power, then now he had released this power to its limit.
The air in the entire spherical space was distorted, and Drake was even more tightly suppressed by the suddenly increased gravity.
The Demon King didn't intend to deal with Drake, but instead took a step, about to chase after Meliodas.
"I said, your opponent is me!"
The Demon King's footsteps stopped, turning his head to look at Drake, who was slowly straightening his body.
A pillar of fire shot into the sky, directly piercing through that layer of black energy.
The barrier that had been personally laid down by the Demon King was instantly torn apart and turned into nothingness.
Drake rode the pillar of fire that had shot into the sky, flying up again.
"Fire Dragon King's Crushing Fist!"
The Demon King seemed to see a giant dragon with scarlet scales flying out from the towering flames, extending a dragon claw that had been clenched into a fist towards him.
With a loud bang, the Demon King's huge body tilted like a collapsing mountain, a scarlet fist mark on his chest being especially conspicuous.
"It's not over yet!"
Drake, who had retreated slightly after throwing a punch, raised his leg, and crimson flames wrapped around it.
"Fire God Dragon's Hook Claw!"
Although it was a name that had been passed down by humans, Ignia did indeed have the name of a god.
His flames of destruction were also definitely flames that could rival the power of a god.
Drake kicked the greatsword that the Demon King had held horizontally, actually melting a big hole in it directly, and then kicked the Demon King two steps back.
And during this time, Meliodas and Ban had already jumped into the exit of Purgatory.
Seeing this scene, the Demon King's anger shot straight to the top of his head.
The sky of Purgatory had become gloomy because of the Demon King's anger, and the rampaging magic power had created a large number of black lightning bolts.
And that towering anger now only had one outlet, which was Drake, who was still in Purgatory.
"Human, you will pay the price for this unforgivable sin!"
Drake didn't care, saying, "If you can do it, then come and try!"
The Demon King's eyes released a captivating red light, and in the next instant, the greatsword had already slashed over horizontally, directly sending Drake flying.
The speed of this sword was far faster than before, hitting Drake before he could defend.
The dragon flame battle gear on Drake's waist had shattered, and the fragments had turned into red magic power light shavings, scattering out.
Drake also knew very well that the Demon King's mind hadn't been on him at all before, and now was the Demon King's true strength.
The Demon King retracted the greatsword, saying, "Alright, then let me show you the power of a god!"
Drake wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but a manic smile appeared on his face.
"Just what I wanted!"
Drake didn't retreat, but instead took the initiative to charge towards the Demon King, who had become serious.
"Ants should just crawl on the ground obediently!"
The Demon King stretched out his palm, dark magic power gathering in his palm, and then scattering into countless black lasers, sweeping towards Drake.
Drake dodged several, letting them cause a series of huge explosions behind him. But another laser directly hit his body, pushing him back a long way.
Grabbing the black energy that was resisting his body with both hands, Drake directly tore it apart, and then swung both fists, shattering several lasers together.
The Demon King's attack didn't stop, and when Drake had blocked the last laser, the greatsword had already fallen.
With a loud bang, the greatsword directly shattered the earth, and most of the blade had sunk into the ground.
The Demon King's eyes narrowed, he saw Drake in the smoke and dust, running up, stepping on his sword blade.
Accelerating again, Drake flew over the final distance, flames condensing on his body for another acceleration, Drake was about to swing his fist at the Demon King.
Just then, a huge black palm slapped over, the wind from the palm blowing away all the smoke and dust, and even sending Drake flying.
Looking at Drake crashing heavily into the ground like a cannonball, the Demon King revealed a cruel and gleeful smile.
Just as he was about to go to the Gate of Purgatory to check if he could still catch Meliodas, who had jumped down, the Demon King heard Drake's voice from behind again.
"Where are you going? Our battle isn't over yet!"
The Demon King said extremely unhappily, "Human, you're really tough! But just being tough is useless."
Drake moved his aching arms, to be honest, it had been a long time since someone had forced him to this extent, speaking of which, the last one was Ignia.
But unlike Ignia, who pursued the thrill of battle, the Demon King was wholeheartedly trying to kill him.
This time, he also couldn't get the bonus from the Dragon Slayer skill, and his opponent also had the magic power [Demon King], which could reverse magic power attacks, without a doubt, this battle was much more severe.
But this also made Drake experience the feeling of his blood boiling even more.
"Enough with the nonsense, I've just warmed up my muscles and bones!"
Saying this, flames erupted from Drake's body, and his entire person disappeared in an instant.
Development Ability [Fighter], was a rare ability that even the god Hephaestus hadn't seen, and it had played a big role this time.
Even though he had already suffered not light injuries, his fighting spirit had instead become even more surging, and Drake's flames had also become even more scorching.
Before the Demon King could react, he had been punched heavily on the head, and the horns on his helmet had been broken off.
"Your strength has actually gotten stronger!"
The Demon King swung his sword, forcing Drake back, and said angrily, "Just what are you?"
Drake spat out a mouthful of white air, saying, "Just a passing-by Dragon Slayer Mage, remember that for me!"
Answering the Demon King's death question, Drake charged up again.
Black and red lights intertwined and lit up, and the deafening roars never stopped, continuing for two days and one night.
The Demon King stuck the greatsword heavily into the ground, and the gusts of wind were stirred up by his panting.
The Demon King had forgotten how long it had been since he had experienced such a high-intensity battle.
With his strength, he wouldn't feel tired even after fighting continuously for dozens or hundreds of years, but this time, he had a feeling of weakness after only a day and a half.
And Drake on the opposite side was clearly even more miserable! More than 80% of the dragon flame battle gear on his body had shattered, his body was covered in wounds, and one arm was limply drooping to the side, blood dripping down his arm, forming a small pool on the ground, looking like he could collapse at any time.
The Demon King said coldly, "To actually do this much for my son, is it really worth it?"
Even in such a miserable state, Drake still said, "This isn't just for Meliodas, I'm very happy right now!"
The Demon King continued, "Since that's the case, then go die with that feeling!"
Drake smiled, saying, "I won't die here, I still have many things I haven't finished!"
Saying this, a bottle of potion appeared in Drake's hand, and he raised his hand, pouring it into his mouth.
The Demon King didn't stop him, even if that potion was magical, it couldn't change the inevitable outcome.
Sure enough, after drinking the potion, although the wounds on Drake's body had recovered a lot, it was only a show of strength.
Drake moved his healed arm, and then took out another thing.
That was a metal-made box, and through the hollowed-out decorations, you could see the transparent crystal inside. A black gas was constantly flowing inside the crystal.
"What is that?"
Of course, the Demon King wouldn't think that Drake would take out something useless, what was key was that he had intuitively sensed a bad feeling.
Drake said, "In my hometown, there's a concept, dragons can only be killed with the power of dragons, and demon power is also the most suitable for hunting demons. Then what power should be used to fight you, a god?"
Seeing Drake move, the Demon King instinctively knew that he couldn't let Drake, especially that thing in his hand, get close to him.
"Get away from me!" The Demon King roared, almost releasing all of his magic power.
Suddenly, a burning pain came from his chest, and the Demon King looked down, and a ball of flames was raging at the location of his chest.
That was the wound that Drake had left on the Demon King before, and Drake had been constantly compressing and inputting flames during the previous battle, and had now detonated all of them.
That could only be considered a small injury for the Demon King, and he could easily recover from it, but it was because of this that a flaw had appeared in his attack.
Drake of course wouldn't miss the opportunity, and a Fire Dragon's Roar scattered the dark energy that was coming towards him.
When the Demon King had dispelled all the flames, he saw that Drake had already retreated far away, and was charging towards the Gate of Purgatory.
"You want to escape, don't even think about it!"
Just as the Demon King was about to chase after him, he noticed that the box in Drake's hand was stuck in his chest, and the metal shell of the box was shattering piece by piece.
Not even having time to react, the Demon King saw the black gas inside the crystal starting to riot.
That crystal hadn't even lasted for a second from when cracks had appeared to when it had completely shattered.
The black gas had broken through the shackles of the two layers of outer shells just like that, regaining its freedom, and the first target it had eroded was naturally the Demon King.
"This is...?"
The location where the box had been inserted into the Demon King's chest had actually turned from black to grayish-white, and he had even knelt down on one knee, a black, mud-like substance flowing out from his scarlet eyes.
"Damn human!"
The Demon King raised his head, only seeing Drake's face with a smug smile, falling backwards into the Gate of Purgatory.
And he, not to mention chasing after him, couldn't even move now.
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