Vera hid far away in Verino, handing over half of Arda, and Milkor cast his power on the land, so everything here was twisted and ill, looking gloomy and terrifying.

Zhao Mai left the blue sea and stepped on the black rocky land covered with thorns and barbs. This ground is not for the creature to trample for support, but will gnaw on the soles of the creatures until they slowly chew and swallow the flesh and blood. The creatures created by the goddess Yafanna, the beautiful creatures that feed on plants, vainly licked the salty bitter water in the cracks of the rocks, because this is the only food they can obtain. They are covered in bruises, skinny and wailing death.

"This annoying ground!" Zhao Mai stepped down hard, released the natural force, and used the power of the spell to purify the influence of Milkou. The plants and trees began to grow wherever he went, and the animals that ate smelled the fragrance of grass and rushed over. They received the treatment of the natural force and slowly regained their vitality.

Zhao Mai walked inland, leaving behind a green corridor. This corridor would still be corrupted and affected by Milkor's power, but at least temporarily provided shelter for creatures. More and more rabbits, deer, horses and sheep gathered behind him, following along the way, and the grass became less and less enough to eat. Finally, they fell into hunger again and began to chase the natural force, hoping to eat more. In the end, these animals tried to bite Zhao Mai and gained vitality directly from him. Therefore, Zhao Mai's ecosystem collapsed.

He changed into a White Walker, and the cold of death scared the group of creatures. They fled in all directions and returned to the rugged rocks and thorns. This phenomenon attracted the attention of the Flame Demon, with huge shadow bodies wrapped in black smoke, hovering horns, red eyes and nostrils. A long distance apart, Zhao Mai and the Flame Demon discovered each other.

"This is the land of Morgoth! Maiya, either join in surrender, or die!" The flame demon walked towards Zhao Mai with heavy steps. The earth was trembling with every step. The sharp rock was blown into pieces and flew into the air to burn. Where the flame demon walked by, lava flowed everywhere, and after cooling, it turned into rough rocks. It changed its arms out of the shadow, holding a sword of flame in its hand. The dazzling orange-yellow light shone, and the shadow of the flame demon's body became blurred accordingly.

All the Flame Demons were influenced by Milkau during the Great Movement, the angels who followed him were either Vera or Maiya, so Zhao Mai said: "Don't joke, you just broke me, I just went back to Verino, where did you die?"

However, as a Fire Demon, he no longer tells the truth or learns. He can only destroy and execute Milkou's orders. The huge flame sword slashed down obliquely, and the sword edge was twice as tall as Zhao Mai. But now, how could Zhao Mai, who has rich combat experience, be hit by a straight slash? He looked at the opponent's attack, and instead advanced, he leaned against the body and drilled into its shoulders and armpits in the direction of the Fire Demon's arm. There was the source of the Fire Demon's power emitted, and the slowest and least threatening place. Zhao Mai raised his lightsaber, turned on the maximum power mode, let the drill bit of the energy blade pierce the flame Demon's armpit, and then rotated and cut, removing its entire arm.

The fire demon's wound was dark red lava, which quickly cooled to black and then wrapped in shadows. It roared angrily, the shadow rolled and twisted, and a dark red whip appeared from its other hand. The flame whip was faster and the attack angle was more tricky, as if it had its own thoughts and life. Zhao Mai waved the lightsaber to block it, originally trying to cut off the whip, but unexpectedly, after the two collided, the whip was just bounced away and was not damaged.

"Not cut off? Is this a whip made of pure energy?" Zhao Mai was very interested. He did not kill the Flame Demon immediately, but used his flexible combat skills to dodge and procrastinate, so that he had time to observe the Flame Demon's weapons. He slowly discovered that the Flame Demon's whip was not composed of any burning substance, but was made of the concept of "burning" and the corresponding energy. The principle was somewhat similar to the ice weapon made by the White Walker combining the two forces of cold cold and destruction, but it was more pure.

The Flame Demon kept waving his whip to attack, because he could not take Zhao Mai down, and kept roaring angrily. "It's so noisy!" Zhao Mai decided to end the battle. He took advantage of the Flame Demon's mouth to create an ice javelin and throw it in. The Flame Demon didn't care, it believed that its flame could melt everything!

Then it exploded... Zhao Mai knew what would happen when high heat encountered rapid freezing, so he started running out early and opened the barrier of his heart's supernatural powers. Amid the continuous explosions, the body made of shadows of the flame demon exploded from the inside to the outside, and unrestrained flames and smoke and dust spread all around. The flames quickly became cold, and finally the only thing that enveloped Zhao Mai was left with heavy haze.

"This smell is still wrong." Zhao Mai exhaled a mouthful of haze and waved his hand to bring wind to disperse it. The haze dispersed, but the earthquake came. The ground in all directions continued to rise, and black smoke erupted from the cracked rock cracks, twisted and gathered, and then was cremated and ignited, turning into more than a dozen flame demons, surrounding Zhao Mai.

"We are the Barol Flame Demon of Morgoth! We are your doomsday!" The flame devil roared in unison, pulling out the long whip of flames, and when it danced, it was like a big net. The flames emerged from them surrounded Zhao Mai, and the rising black smoke covered the sky and blocked the sky. As for the earth under his feet, Zhao Mai had clearly noticed that under the fragile crust, there was lava flowing freely. The flame devil sealed Zhao Mai in the middle, ready to destroy and devour him.

"Don't be so loud, okay? It's very noisy!" Zhao Mai shook his ears and shook his head: "The biggest advantage of having a Saruman who has a powerful voice is to train a pair of ears that don't believe anything else. If you have anything, just call me. Don't yell, I can't even hear my own songs."

"Mayah, this land belongs to Morgoth!" A flame demon held up his weapon and shouted majestic: "You will stop here and cannot move forward!"

"Hey, how do you know I'm trying to say this line?" Zhao Mai looked around the Fire Demon with one lightsaber and the other ice javelin with the other, moved his neck and suddenly rushed forward first.

The flame whip seems to block all directions, but Zhao Mai can always penetrate through the gaps that cannot be released and launch a counterattack. His posture is strange, but when he recalls it, he will find it very reasonable. Although in order to make it difficult to grasp, Zhao Mai used not the most efficient and straightforward way, but it is a tactic of balanced offense and defense. The flame demon is constantly injured, then falls down, and then falls one after another. It doesn't take too long that Zhao Mai eliminates the nine flame demons surrounding him, and only loses some physical strength and part of his divine power.

The sky was filled with dark clouds, mixed with various extreme weather phenomena. Zhao Mai had seen this kind of celestial phenomena and knew it was Milkow. Sure enough, Milkow appeared in front of Zhao Mai as Beta, stepped on the collapsed and melted corpse of the Flame Demon, and smiled and approached Zhao Mai.
Chapter completed!