Chapter 114: Demon Breaker

"What did you drink?" Seeing Hesel's strength rapidly recover in such a short time, Muria's eyes brightened. Any item that could quickly replenish expended energy would be coveted by anyone.

For instance, the near downfall of the legendary Swordsman Ron in a recent battle was partly due to the inherent limitations of humans, whose strength and stamina paled in comparison to the near-divine Titan race.

If Swordsman Ron had possessed a potion that could quickly restore his energy... Although he could match in swordsmanship, he would still ultimately lose, and the potion would only serve to prolong the fight.

"It's a fruit wine I brewed myself." The silver-haired elf, Hesel, answered casually, her silver eyes fixed intently on the approaching soul-grade great demon. She quickly stowed the crystal bottle back into her spatial bracelet, preventing Muria from getting a good look at it.

Hesel watched the centaur demon, which had just split the sky formation with its axe and was howling triumphantly, as she once again drew her anciently patterned natural wood bow and formed another moon-white arrow similar to the previous one.

"Elf!" The moment the arrow formed, the centaur demon sensed a potent threat. Its blood-red demonic eyes, as large as millstones, glanced over, and its mouth curled up to reveal its jagged, meaty teeth.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten an elf." The sight of Hesel sparked a vicious smile on the centaur demon's face. It licked its lips, excitement involuntarily rising within it as it roared and charged towards the hill where Muria and Hesel stood.

As it charged, the demon became more agitated, its muscles bulging and dark magical runes across its black demonic body flaring with faint blood flames—a display of its formidable physical strength. Beneath its feet, four dark souls of slaughter, destruction, and ruin appeared, intensifying its terrifying momentum.

The ground thundered under its hooves, each step creating a crater lined with cracks. It smashed through low hills in its path, barreling through without stopping.

"Roar!" The centaur demon bellowed to the sky, its demonic eyes turning bloodier, almost dripping. The increasing frenzy reminded it of its experiences during an invasion of the material world with a great lord, and the delightful taste of various creatures' flesh and souls it had consumed—especially the nature-infused flesh of elves, which was particularly memorable.

Seeing the mountain-splitting approach of the centaur demon, the young elf girl's breathing thickened.

"Don't be afraid, Hesel." Seeing the elf girl's reaction, Muria's body crackled with even denser thunder. "Focus on shooting this arrow. With me here, no demon can get close to you."

Ignoring Muria's seemingly arrogant words, the elf girl's eyes were locked onto the rampaging soul-grade great demon. Her silver pupils shimmered mysteriously, as if searching for the demon's weakness.

When the demon charged to within a kilometer of where the elf girl stood, her arrow glowed brilliantly, resembling a beam of moonlight. Then, with a snap, the bowstring was released.

"Silver Moon, Break Demon!" the elf whispered.

"Boom!" The air exploded, boiling with the sound of thunder. As the arrow left the bowstring, it rapidly expanded from a small beam into an immensely thick ray.

"Roar! How could such an attack hurt me..." The centaur demon roared, gripping its huge axe with both hands. Faint blood flames surged around its body, and brutal demonic power spread out, wrapping around the axe to strike down the column of light.

But its roar was cut short mid-sentence, as it suddenly lost its head, silencing its outcry forever.

"Such an attack!" Muria looked shocked. He had seen clearly how, at the moment the demon swung its axe, the thick beam of light split into more than a dozen strands, bypassed the axe, reconverged in front of the demon, and obliterated its ugly face.

"Definitely worth learning," Muria muttered.

"Phew!" Seeing the demon instantly killed, the elf girl let out a relieved smile. It was her first time using the archery skills she had practiced for hundreds of years in real combat, unsure of the power she wielded.

"Why the relief?" Muria looked puzzled at the elf girl. "The big guys you've attracted—there are still two more!"

"Hehe, little one, not bad awareness." Among the scattered corpses, a snake demon with a face covered in demonic runes and scales, twisting her slender waist, gradually enlarged her body, her vertical pupils filled with a sinister coldness focusing on Hesel. In her perception, Muria was merely a golden-level creature, hardly worth noting.

"Little one! Hehe!" Muria scoffed coldly. "Hesel, I'll take care of this snake demon. You handle the other soul-grade demon yourself."

"The other one?" Hesel looked at the six-armed snake demon before her, her face serious as she recognized a well-known upper demon from the abyss. Muria's words startled her, causing her hair to stand on end—she hadn't sensed the presence of a third soul-grade demon.

"You're not quite up to it, huh." Seeing the elf girl's confused and slightly panicked expression, Muria sighed softly. "Here's a tip for you: the other one is a demonic aberration, a Blood Lion Demon, a deep abyss hunter who loves to play with its prey."

"A Blood Lion Demon, isn't that supposed to be a golden-level demon?" The elf girl looked around nervously, clutching her longbow and drawing the bowstring for the third time.

"That's why I said it's an aberration."

Demons have the opportunity to change form with each advancement, evolving into higher-ranked demons. Normally, each evolution should involve ascending their demonic rank.

However, demons, being inherently chaotic creatures, often choose to retain their original forms when advancing. Thus, the third demon was an aberration that had advanced while maintaining its original form.

Of course, this was nothing unusual; even legendary fearful demons and abyssal worms existed in the abyss. Compared to those, a soul-grade Blood Lion Demon was relatively normal.

"Be careful on your own." Muria dispelled his transformation spell, thunder swirling around him and winds spreading as his majestic Titan true form, perfect in its golden proportions, appeared.

"I'll go take care of that snake demon first."