Watching the more than one thousand elves surrounding Wen Xiangjie, the Demon Lord felt the taste of fear for the first time in his life.
Especially when he saw the instigator of all this, Wen Xiangjie, protected in the very center by the elves, Grand Magisters, and Great Swordsmen, smiling and waving at him, the Demon Lord actually felt his scalp tingle.
He flapped his huge bone wings and flew back to the far rear without looking back.
It could be said that he came in a hurry and left in a hurry.
Seeing the Demon Lord looking at her, Wen Xiangjie, who had waved to him as a sign of friendliness, slowly formed a question mark.
Given such a domineering name as Demon Lord, is this all there is to it? That name is truly wronged by you.
This time is fine, but next time the dungeon opens, you're not allowed to be like this.
Go back and accumulate more experience, strive to give the next batch and the batch after that of junior students a better dungeon experience, okay?
Wen Xiangjie no longer held back and directly signaled the elves to all target the Demon Lord and attack.
Demon Warriors are generally three meters tall, while Demon Mages and Necromancers are only a little over two meters tall.
The Demon Lord, who was a full ten meters tall, was simply like a crane among chickens, an easy target that other demons couldn't block.
It was incredibly easy for the elves to attack him.
On the way back, the Demon Lord felt a pain in his wing, almost falling directly from the sky to the ground: ???
No, why are they still chasing to kill him?
“Protect our Lord!” The Necromancers were startled, no longer caring about the Demon Warriors charging at the front, and quickly turned their priest staffs to cast healing spells on the Demon Lord.
Without the healing from the Necromancers, the Demon Warriors fell even faster, and even the Demon Mages surrounded by the Demon Warriors were not spared.
Without the Demon Lord holding the line, a large vacuum zone once again appeared in front of Wen Xiangjie's Magic Farm gate.
At the beginning of the battle, the seemingly endless demons, when viewed from above, visibly decreased in one large chunk, and then continued to decrease in smaller chunks at an extremely fast rate.
The Demon Lord was also having a very hard time.
With the healing from the Necromancers, the Demon Lord’s health bar did stabilize a lot, but the pain of the elves’ attacks landing on him could not disappear.
Every wound pierced by light arrows or nature magic emitted a harsh sizzling sound of corrosion, and threads of light with purifying power drilled into his body like living creatures, frantically tearing at the undead power within him; every time a bit of undead power was purified, he was so pained that he wanted to wail.
The healing from the Necromancers was no longer prolonging his life but extending his torment and suffering.
Only two hours had passed since the final battle began at night; in previous dungeon final battles, at this point, the battle between players and demons would be at its most intense, with both sides fighting back and forth, extremely fiercely contested.
But now, the demons couldn't even get close to the edge of Wen Xiangjie's Magic Farm, and the situation was completely one-sided.
And the Demon Lord, who had been tormented for a long time, finally couldn't take it anymore.
“You! Are bullying this demon too much!” The Demon Lord said through gritted teeth, his eyes red, staring fixedly at Wen Xiangjie.
He could endure being eliminated by players, but he couldn't endure being tormented by elves like this.
Even if it meant being punished by the dungeon rules, he would definitely make Wen Xiangjie, who had been making him suffer from the first day until now, pay the price!
The dark archway formed by thick fog suddenly dissipated, reverting to its thick fog form, floating to the Demon Lord's side and wrapping him layer by layer.
The Demon Lord's clearly unusual posture immediately caught Wen Xiangjie's attention.
“Something’s wrong,” Saka said to Wen Xiangjie, frowning. “The undead elements are rioting. The Demon Lord seems to be evolving.”
“Is there any way to stop him?” Wen Xiangjie asked.
“With our abilities, we can’t stop him,” Saka said apologetically.
The elves also frowned, their small faces serious, as they continuously attacked the thick fog enveloping the Demon Lord.
However, the Demon Lord's health bar had completely disappeared, which meant that the elves' attacks were temporarily ineffective.
“I now have good news and bad news to tell you, which do you want to hear first… ” Gould’s words were half-spoken when they were cut off by a Great Swordsman pressed against his throat.
Looking at Emos, who was threatening him with cold eyes, Gould quickly blurted out the rest of his words in one breath.
“The good news is that this Demon Lord is forcibly evolving by breaking the rules, so even if he succeeds in evolving, he will definitely perish after five minutes and will also receive severe punishment from the dungeon rules.”
“The bad news is that he is willing to break the rules to forcibly evolve, he must be planning to retaliate against you fiercely. If he goes crazy and chooses to directly attack you, you might be eliminated first before he perishes.”
Wen Xiangjie was not surprised by Gould's words; she could guess with her toes that the Demon Lord was paying such a huge price certainly for revenge against her.
“You’re sure he’ll definitely perish after five minutes, right?” Wen Xiangjie asked.
“I’m sure, but with our strength, we can’t stop him for five minutes,” Gould said, pulling at his beard a little awkwardly.
“You don’t need to stop him, just make sure he's going to perish when his time is up,” Wen Xiangjie smiled slightly.
After an unknown period, most of the demons outside the Magic Farm had been eliminated by the magic plants and elves. The thick fog enveloping the Demon Lord finally dissipated, revealing the appearance of the evolved Demon Lord.
His back originally had a pair of bone wings, but now they had evolved into twelve pairs of misty feather wings, and the horns on his head had also split, grotesquely growing branches.
The evolved Demon Lord had only Wen Xiangjie in his eyes. He directly locked onto Wen Xiangjie's location, flapping his twelve pairs of misty feather wings, and charged fiercely towards Wen Xiangjie.
As long as he tore open the dungeon barrier and threw Wen Xiangjie out of the dungeon, Wen Xiangjie would be eliminated!
“He’s coming!” Saka, Gould, and other Grand Magisters had already set up layers of protective shields in front of Wen Xiangjie, and Emos and other Great Swordsmen directly used their bodies to block in front of Wen Xiangjie.
They were all summoned by magic contracts, and even if eliminated by the Demon Lord, they would not truly die.
Facing the ill-intentioned Demon Lord, Wen Xiangjie calmly touched the bracelet on her hand, and a familiar two-story building replaced the original ordinary shop.
The sign for 【Witch Arabella's Shop】 was still clearly visible even in the night.
Wen Xiangjie smiled and waved at the Demon Lord.
The wave was not an apology, but rather a sign that he still needed more practice.
“Arabella, I’ve come to play with you~” Wen Xiangjie happily entered Witch Arabella's Shop.
At this moment, the Demon Lord, who had just flown into the interior of Wen Xiangjie's Magic Farm: ???
Are! You! Not! Playing! Anymore!
