The Thorny Chain Lord somewhat resembled a large scarlet contracted demon, but with a pair of enormous fleshy wings and two pairs of long horns, it was more akin to the classic image of demons from medieval legends.
Additionally, it was surrounded by a mass of barbed iron chains.
At this moment, however, the creature was clearly severely injured, missing an arm and a wing. Brand was not surprised by this; the Wind Queen's Ring, though just a 10Oz piece of equipment, was a massive killer for non-defense creatures below level 30. This was enough to earn it the title of a little divine artifact, though its only drawback in the game had always been its long cooldown.
Among demon species, except for a type of blade demon in mid-level soldiers, there were no defensive entities.
Brand glanced at the man again, narrowing his eyes slightly: "An advanced member of the Black Fire Sect."
In mid-air, his figure spun around and a longsword appeared in his hand. Unlike his battle with Bujia, he did not dare hold back at all. Although the advanced Black Fire Sect member was only level 21, the Thorny Chain Lord beside him was a genuine level 29 demon.
Brand's sword slashed downward, activating his power burst, and a wind blade erupted from the sword. The advanced Black Fire Sect member was still checking his contracted demon's wounds, completely unprepared for the sudden attack. He had just lifted his head when the transparent ripple from the longsword had already passed through his chest—
Brand was no longer the frail young man he was a month ago. A level 21 character might have seemed like a boss to him a month ago, but now this Black Fire Sect member could not withstand his full-force strike at all.
The opponent screamed and immediately flew out with a blood arrow trailing behind him.
According to past game rules, once the contractor of a contracted demon died, the demon itself would regain its freedom; however, the contract's backlash would drive these bloodthirsty creatures into a mindless frenzy. This was exactly what Brand now had to face.
The moment he touched the ground, an iron chain brushed past his back.
"Hiss…" Brand felt a burning pain behind him. "Its movements are at least twenty percent faster—berserk state, looks like the cultist is dead." This thought flashed through his mind as he realized his back was probably scraped raw. He cursed inwardly.
Despite cursing, Brand immediately grabbed the barbed iron chain, ignoring the intense pain in his hand, and let himself be pulled directly towards the demon.
Though the Thorny Chain Lord was an advanced contracted demon, it was an artificially created low-level existence among Jogen Digan's demons, lacking a complete soul and intelligence. Especially now, in its frenzy, it clearly did not expect that pulling back the chain would bring a killing god upon it.
Brand simply borrowed the force, thrusting his sword forward, sending the iron sword straight into the demon's eye socket. His movement was extraordinarily practiced, as if he had performed it hundreds of times.
In fact, he had practiced this move hundreds and thousands of times, but only in the game.
The Thorny Chain Lord, having suffered a critical hit in its eye, let out an anguished howl, its deep roars reverberating through the forest—
The young man frowned, landing lightly on the creature's shoulder. He immediately flipped the longsword and slashed along the beast's neck.
Blue blood spurted out, and the advanced contracted demon's howls instantly ceased, turning into a gurgling hissing sound. It struggled and finally crashed to the ground.
Only then did Brand heave a sigh of relief. He first retrieved his experience, not bothering to check for any drops—Black Fire Sect members were infamous for being penniless, which was why he was unwilling to deal with them—he looked up to see his subordinates had successfully taken down the other Black Fire Sect members.
However, this did not mean the ordeal was over, as he had already noticed disturbances in the distant forest.
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"Damn it." He cursed under his breath and then gave an order to his summons: "Prepare to retreat, move those two guys."