Chapter 127: Dragons Arrive

"Roar! Titan!" A soul-judging demon let out a roar filled with despair and rage, and then, a spear mercilessly pierced through its open mouth, "Pfft!" The spear's tip emerged from the back of the demon's head, covered in specks of red and white filth.

The Titan held the spear and impaled it through the demon, golden lightning surged along the spear into the demon's body, scorching its insides black, leaving no trace of life.

"Crack!" Even so, the Titan did not relax his grip. He lightly shook the spear in his hand, and blades of wind encircled it, shredding the head of the soul-judging demon into pieces.

Only then did the Titan let go of the demon, the spear vibrated slightly, shaking off the filth that clung to it. He then looked around at the countless lower-tier demons that once again surrounded him and snorted with disdain.

Standing fifty meters tall, the Titan's spear shone with a brilliant golden light, dazzling and bright. Nine rings of soul intent appeared around his arm, slowly rotating.

"Huff! Huff…" Next, the soul-intent Titan waved his spear lightly, creating a circular storm that expanded rapidly from where he stood.

What followed was the sound of flesh and bones being torn apart, mixed with the howling wind and the dying screams of demons, forming a symphony of death.

The lawful alignment forever opposed the chaotic alignment, and vice versa. When a lawful being appeared, the chaotic demons naturally felt an impulse to attack due to the influence of their demonic bloodline.

If there were only one or two demons, the more rational among the lower-tier demons, upon seeing the Titan, would suppress their impulse and turn to flee.

However, when the area was swarmed with demons, their scant rationality conjured the illusion that "with our numbers, we can overwhelm the enemy," and they would swarm in a frenzy.

Then, the bloody scene unfolded, centered around this soul-intent Titan, with nearly a kilometer around him paved with demon blood and bones.

Almost all the demons that charged at him were slaughtered by the soul-intent Titan. But no matter how many the Titan killed, it was futile—a gateway to the abyss stood there, ensuring an endless supply of demons.

Soon, outside the circle of blood and bones, more demons of strange shapes and varying strengths from gold to bronze levels gathered, eyeing greedily the demon flesh on the ground.

Even with a terrifying Titan standing among them, many lower-tier demons, lured by the chunks of flesh, forgot their fear and lunged forward to pick up and devour the remains.

The storm just raised by the soul-intent Titan had killed countless demons, including many of gold-level, whose flesh was immensely tempting to bronze and silver-level demons.

Eating a few pieces could make them stronger, and if they consumed enough gold-level demon flesh, they might even evolve into higher-tier demons, exponentially increasing their strength. This temptation was nearly irresistible to many demons.

Under the allure of flesh, the demons once again surrounded the soul-intent Titan, but the layers of demon corpses already laid on the ground deterred them from making any rash moves.

Even among demons, the threat of death was effective, although compared to other normal beings, demons generally did not care much about their own lives.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!" The ground trembled slightly with the movement of a huge creature, and a strong sulfuric odor spread as a high-ranking demon's oppressive aura filled the area. Part of the circle of demons suddenly collapsed downward as those demons groveled under the increasing pressure, welcoming the approaching high-ranking demon.

"Hmm!" The Titan, with golden eyes, looked towards that area and saw the silhouette of a burly demon with wings, his lips curling into a smile: "Finally, a worthy opponent."

"Titan!" Seeing the Titan standing amidst endless corpses, the Balrog demon, swinging its executioner's sword, tore apart many demons around it and let out an excited roar.

The "accidentally wounded" demons either died on the spot or struggled painfully as the demonic flames burned their wounds.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!…" The Balrog demon stepped forward, ignoring the lower-tier demons that lay prostrate under its oppression. Like a wild beast, its backwards-jointed legs stomped down, crushing flesh, bone, and limbs... Each step killed countless demons.

Hearing the dying screams and wails of the lower-tier demons, this high-tier demon clad in flames laughed heartily, getting even more excited. It did not consider these demons as kin.

"What are you waiting for? Charge with me!" The Balrog whipped out its nearly hundred-meter-long flame whip, unconcerned with how many demons it killed with a single lash, roared upwards, and then with a brutal smile, led the charge towards the soul-intent Titan.

With a high-ranking demon leading, the lower-tier demons, drawn by the ground covered in demonic corpses, suddenly grew bolder and charged towards the soul-intent Titan, picking up bloodied corpses to stuff into their mouths as they ran.

"Balrog!" Seeing the giant demon wielding the executioner's sword and flame whip, the Titan's smile brightened, "Splash!" The sound of water slapping against riverbanks echoed, but there was no river here, only an excited Titan.

That was the sound of the Titan's blood rushing through his veins, his physique far beyond most mortal imaginations. Golden aura blazed around the Titan's body, a symbol of his mighty physique.

"Hum!" The Titan's spear hummed with excitement, eager to bathe in the lava-like blood of the Balrog.

Just as the soul-intent Titan was about to clash with the Balrog, one after another, dazzling magical portals appeared in the dim skies of the abyssal training ground, densely packed, completely obscuring the sky above the Titan.

"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!"… Dragons roared, their dragon might spreading.