The legendary warrior

The party they had encountered consisted of ten devils. Judging from their auras, three of them were middle spiritual emperors and four were lower spiritual emperors.

"Guys, we will earn three hundred and seventy points if we kill them all,"

Ricky told his teammates using his internal power. He added, "We need to get at least twenty thousand points, so all of us can become disciples of the Misty South Palace.

We will be cutting it too close if our hunts for the next two years continue at this rate. It's possible that we might not earn enough points. So, I think we should start targeting devils at the upper spiritual emperor realm."

"How can middle spiritual emperors like us kill devils who are the upper spiritual emperors? Only you can think of such ridiculous but amazing plans!"

Jasper exclaimed, chuckling to himself as he added, "But you are mistaken about one thing. We must earn more than twenty-five thousand points.

In that way, you can become the Misty South Palace's core disciple, and they will have to pay closer attention to you. They will be forced to help you deal with the forces coming after you because of Paul's inheritance."

"Ha-ha, we'll see! It all depends on my luck and my confidence!"

Ricky responded with a laugh.

After that, the four warriors turned their attention to the ten devils.

The devils caught sight of them at the same time.

"Rumor has it that the Misty South's most powerful force is screening their disciples today. Since these four lowly creatures give off a strong aura of the continent, they must be participants of the said selection. Ha-ha! It looks like we hit the jackpot today, boys!" said the leading devil as a sly smirk graced his face.

"Sir, that human female has an aura like a roaring flame. She must cultivate the force of roaring flame, which suits our taste very well. We lucked out! We haven't met a human female who cultivates the force of roaring flame for a long time."

The other nine devils gazed at Ella with hunger in their eyes, looking animalistic and ferocious.

When the leader of the devils heard this, he eyed Ella with pure greed and rumbled, "Excellent! That's great! And her infernal power is so pure too. I can't wait to capture her.

As for the three other ants, tear them to pieces, and we'll feast on their flesh!"

how the devil race treated the creatures from the continents. The males they captured were only good enough to

course, for the women from the continents, it was a

they are more interested in you, Ella! That's no wonder, though, since your appearance and figure are

of me, Ricky, I'll tell Tina and Amelia about this after the selection,"

on her lips betrayed her amusement at

two women had gotten closer during the

he answered helplessly, acting as

this, Mordechai and Jasper burst out into laughter.

next moment, the group sobered and turned their attention back to their adversaries.

around, huh?" Jasper sneered. "Well, I haven't used my power since I obtained the inheritance of the Law of Change. Let

then. We'll leave these devils to you!" Ricky responded with a

stalked towards the

step he took, and the power condensed into the shape of Eight Diagrams

of Eight Diagrams! Is it the same kind as Mike's?!" Mordechai and Ella gasped in astonishment after seeing Jasper's power.

when they will have to fight each other. After all,

that so?" Mordechai and

of an eye, as the Eight Diagrams

instantly fell. Only now did they realize

continents and treated them like insects, they didn't underestimate their power. This made sense since the two races had fought

roared the leader of

strength, he and Jasper were almost at par with each other. However, Jasper used to be a peerless genius. Plus, he had recently acquired the inheritance of the Eight Diagrams. He must be an ace genius now.

they didn't belong to the devil race's eight most powerful bloodlines.

arms multiplied to four. The Devil Flame, which was the devil race's version

became their strongest defense.

Devil Fire

Devil Flame, a huge totem of Devil

you may realize that we are not to be trifled with.

a cold voice as he stood strong with

he knitted his