Theodore ignored the demon army on the ground and looked towards the source of the sound. A powerful, unparalleled physique, coupled with a chilling killing intent and a blazing aura, confirmed it was indeed the super infernal who had defeated Fild head-on. However, the stronger the opponent, the more it highlighted his own combat prowess.
"Let's go, follow me to deal with him."
With Theodore's command, Lyander, his face flushed with excitement, followed closely. This time, he would surely avenge the pursuit from earlier.
The demons below did not pursue or go to watch the excitement. Instead, they all obeyed Li Xi's transformed infernal form and dispersed again, leaving the battlefield to these two peak powerhouses. Countless lessons learned from experience taught them that watching the battles of powerhouses might not allow them to witness the end, as they often died from the collateral damage at the very beginning of the fight.
Li Xi personally witnessed Theodore effortlessly reaping the lives of over a thousand demons with his domain. He truly deserved to be an eighth-level powerhouse with a domain, harvesting lives like weeds.
But then Li Xi revealed a cruel smile. There were only a few Vampire Princes in the entire vampire race. If another one were to fall here today, wouldn't Dracula, who was hiding somewhere recovering from his injuries, be furious with heartache?
"He's coming. Don't say I didn't warn you. You're not eighth level, and you have no means to counter a domain. As long as he gets close to you, you're doomed," Li Xi was kindly warned through the hole Li Xi had dug in the ground by the Evil God Silkworm, Mother of Ten Thousand Insects.
"No need to make a fuss. Just a Vampire Prince. I have many ways to deal with him. Today, I'll show you what a true powerhouse is and give you full confidence in our future cooperation." Li Xi paid no attention to Theodore, who was approaching.
"I'll be watching."
The Evil God Silkworm didn't know where Li Xi's confidence came from. An infernal who hadn't even reached the seventh level of Great Infernal yet dared to look down on an eighth-level Prince with a domain. It was hard to tell if this was arrogance or confidence.
But she was very much looking forward to Li Xi's performance. She couldn't help but ponder inwardly, if he could truly kill an eighth-level Vampire Prince, this human's strength would indeed be worth her commitment.
The silkworm's beady black eyes reflected the image of Li Xi transformed into an infernal. The subtle movement of her eyes also conveyed her inner turmoil.
After years of repeated blood drawing, her own strength was no longer enough to deal with any risks. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been at the mercy of the bloodline. Without a variable, being drained dry was her only end. Now that this human had appeared as a variable, she hoped he could deliver on his promises, and then she too would welcome a different future.
But if all of this was a lie, the silkworm felt despair. Who made her an evil god capable of producing divine power? Perhaps being drained dry was a fate she couldn't escape!
Within the sealed space, facing Matatabi, the Two-Tails on the island, and Isobu, the Three-Tails in the sea, Li Xi's voice emerged, "It's time for Matatabi to get some fresh air, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes, it's me, it's me!" Matatabi, the Two-Tails, bounced with joy. The battle in the sea last time was Isobu's home ground. This time it was the abyss, so naturally, it was Matatabi's turn. For tailed beasts who spent most of their lives in sealed spaces, being able to go out for fresh air was a luxury.
Theodore approached with full confidence. Just an infernal, once his domain enveloped him, no matter how many there were, they would all die. Even the strongest body would be like paper in front of him.
He had initially thought this cunning infernal had some trick up his sleeve and had been cautiously vigilant. But as he got within three hundred meters, this infernal hadn't even moved and was preparing for a death match with him. Such recklessness was a clear sign of not knowing the meaning of death.
Theodore couldn't help but think triumphantly. Perhaps this infernal had never encountered a domain powerhouse before and didn't know the immense pressure a domain could exert on beings below eighth level. He thought he could bridge this gap with his own strength, but he wouldn't know that to him, below eighth level, no matter how strong, he was merely an insect that could be crushed with a casual flick.
Finally, he closed in to three hundred meters. Theodore didn't even want to waste words with this infernal who was about to die. He spread his arms, and a circular red dome began to expand.
Ten meters, fifty meters...
As the domain was about to engulf the infernal, Theodore couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile. But just as the domain was about to encompass him, the infernal's body moved. The infernal disappeared, and a massive cat-like demonic beast, covered in blue flames and with two strange tails, appeared.
Within the sphere of the three-hundred-meter radius domain, this strange cat-like demonic beast filled one-third of the space. Such an enormous size was unheard of in Theodore's life. Even dragons would kneel and call it grandpa. How could such a large and bizarre life form exist?
What terrified Theodore even more was that he felt a threat of death from this strange cat-like demonic beast. This feeling was inexplicable, but Theodore never doubted the accuracy of an eighth-level powerhouse's intuition.
This meant he might die today!
Theodore dared not hesitate for a moment. The bloodline magic energy within his body surged, and he mobilized his domain power to the maximum, pressing down heavily on this strange cat-like demonic beast. In the next second, he would drain the blood of this large cat, burning with blue flames, to death.
He went all out from the start. It had to be said that Theodore was prepared to fight with his back against the wall.
However, faced with the full pressure of the domain, the blue-flame cat showed no panic and made no move. Instead, it leisurely appraised Theodore, who was at the center of the domain, with a look akin to a small, greedy cat eyeing fish in a river, waiting for the most opportune moment to strike.
Theodore's heart tightened. This level of domain power clearly covered its entire body, yet why was there no blood spurting out, no death cries from its soul? This was a blood-controlling domain that even Great Infenals couldn't resist for an instant!
Why did the blood-controlling domain, which had a suppressing effect on anything that relied on blood for life, fail?
Lyander, outside the domain, was initially excited to see the strange cat covered by the domain. Although he didn't know why an infernal had transformed into this appearance, no matter how he changed, he was destined to die today.
The Bloodline's blood-controlling domain, except for souls without physical bodies and mere skeletons, was unstoppable by anyone. It was one of the strongest domains in the world!
He raised his hands again, preparing to cheer. As soon as he saw the gushing blood, Lyander would offer his unreserved praise.
But only a breath passed. Lyander could feel Prince Theodore unleashing the full power of his domain, yet why hadn't this large cat died from being drained of blood? Instead, it seemed unaffected and was still casually observing.
Lyander cautiously glanced at Prince Theodore. He could indeed feel Prince Theodore's power fluctuations gradually intensifying. His Highness the Prince was not holding back!
'It must be that this bizarre, two-tailed large cat is too powerful, and His Highness needs to mobilize more domain power. But he's definitely not His Highness's match.' Lyander tried to comfort himself, repeatedly telling himself, 'It's impossible, it's impossible, it's impossible. That's His Highness, an eighth-level Prince.'
But just as Lyander was constantly brainwashing himself to strengthen his resolve, Theodore's slightly uneasy voice reached his ears, "Go and help me contain him."
Lyander replied without thinking, "Yes."
Lyander dared not charge into the domain. When attacking, this thing didn't distinguish between friend and foe, aside from itself. He would also be drained of blood and die if he went in. Therefore, Lyander had to circle behind the blue cat to contain it.
But Lyander had no chance to act. The blue cat stretched its limbs comfortably. Its body, hundreds of meters long, could reach Theodore's face just by standing up.
Matatabi's speed was not at all affected by its size. Speed was its very essence. Each move brought a series of afterimages. A set of cat pounces and scratches instantly shattered Theodore's seven layers of defensive shields, leaving Theodore's body, which was not known for its physical strength as a bloodline, completely exposed to Matatabi's claws.
Seeing the cat's claws lunge at him again, Theodore was stunned. The seven layers of defensive shields on his body were all carefully selected over many years and were meant to save his life in moments of crisis. But how could they be as fragile as paper under these cat claws?
In a desperate move, Theodore summoned another set of blood-colored shields to block in front of him, while his body unfolded its bat wings, preparing to distance himself from this strange demonic beast.
But facing a tailed beast whose strength was only slightly below ninth level, Theodore's actions were as laughable as playing house.
The blue cat's massive claws directly tore through the blood-colored shields that Theodore had hastily summoned, and then, before his body could fly away, it was caught by the giant cat's claws and slammed into the ground with a "boom."
Lyander, startled by the sudden turn of events, braked sharply in the air. He clearly saw that Prince Theodore had a wound from his shoulder to his lower body, which almost tore him in half.
This must have been the result of Theodore's body being lightly grazed by the claws of that strange cat. But even such a light touch resulted in this wound, which almost split Theodore in two. This single wound left Theodore severely injured and on the verge of death.
Prince Theodore lay in the large pit he had created. Although the wound was healing rapidly, given enough time, Prince Theodore would undoubtedly recover completely. This was the innate healing ability of their bloodline race. But lying on the ground, unable to move due to his severe injuries, would this strange cat give him time to recover?
He had lost, utterly and completely lost. Prince Theodore, an eighth-level being with a blood-controlling domain, had lost to this bizarre large cat!
Most importantly, that large cat hadn't moved at all from beginning to end. It had only stood up with its upper body. What did this mean? It meant they didn't even have the qualification to make it move.
And the blue cat, showing no fighting spirit, opened its mouth and spewed large masses of flames onto Prince Theodore's body. The power was not great, but it continuously burned the immobile Prince.
Lyander did not rush to rescue Prince Theodore. Instead, he turned and fled without hesitation. An eighth-level Prince had been defeated in an instant. He would only be a sacrificial pawn if he went. It was better to deliver this valuable intelligence back and let Ancestor Dracula decide.
Seeing Lyander, the Vampire Duke, attempting to escape, Li Xi opened his mouth in the direction of his escape. Countless energy dots began to converge. Li Xi intended to use a Tailed Beast Bomb to finish off this useless, escaping vampire in one go.
But a golden thread shot out from underground, faster than Li Xi's action. The golden thread shot out, directly binding Lyander's ankles as he fled. Then, in the next second, the golden thread coiled upwards, binding Lyander into a human-shaped dumpling.
Lyander did attempt to resist, but in the instant he was bound, all his attacks failed to break the golden thread, which was thinner than a strand of hair.
Li Xi watched as the golden thread pulled down. Amidst Lyander's screams, the bound human-shaped dumpling was pulled underground. Then, Lyander's voice abruptly ceased. Li Xi didn't know exactly what happened below, but it was certainly not good.
Since the moving target for the Tailed Beast Bomb was gone, Matatabi, the Two-Tails, turned its attention to the still-operating abyssal portal.
More and more energy dots gathered until they reached their limit, and a massive black energy sphere appeared. Matatabi swallowed the giant black ball in front of it, its belly swelling.
The next second, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of demons, a yellow beam of light erupted from Matatabi's mouth, instantly reaching the abyssal portal.
The Tailed Beast Bomb collided with the spatial power of the portal, and a deafening explosion occurred. The shockwave from the explosion spread instantly.
On the ground, the land that every living being had felt solid beneath their feet suddenly churned like a stormy sea. Hills were leveled, and large chasms miles long appeared everywhere. The already scarce vegetation fell in large swathes.
Even this small plane could not withstand such a powerful explosion. A forbidden spell like the Tailed Beast Bomb exploding within a small plane was simply a catastrophic disaster!
The earth-shattering natural disaster caused low-level creatures to flee their homes, heading towards what they considered safe places. However, these so-called safe places were often unsecured locations abandoned by other creatures, making such escapes inevitable.
The hundreds of thousands of demon troops and over a hundred thousand insect soldiers were closest to the explosion and bore the brunt of the storm. The moment the shockwave formed, the demons and insect soldiers here were sent tumbling like rolling gourds, lying on the ground and groaning incessantly. Many minor demons directly faced the powerful storm. Their small bodies were swept into the air, and no one knew how far they would fly before landing. Of course, when they did land, they would be smashed into a pulp.
And the abyssal portal that stood at the end of the full moon plain shattered and disappeared like a bubble in water the moment it was hit. Thus, the small plane and the twenty-fifth layer of the abyss were once again separated. The small plane temporarily cut off the covetous gaze from the outside world, thus narrowly succeeding in protecting itself once more.