"LENNY... TALES!!!" Cuban screamed loudly from the aircraft.
At first Lenny frowned at this.
Cuban was a rank e Deep level demon.
He was not a fool to think that he could take this monster on.
Besides, from afar, he could see that more devils were rushing this way.
An incredible idea popped in his head.
He turned to the Rank 1 hell beast.
This type of Hell beast was known as a paraglider.
As much as Lenny did not mind having such power in his arsenal, it was time for him to let it go.
"Hey long-nose, just so you know, that guy over there is coming for you and I, and if he succeds, he his going to put you back in your prison."
With the bond Lenny had with this creature, it instantly understood his words.
It's hazy eye suddenly became clearer like a jolt if adrenaline had been pumped in its body.
No one wanted to be a prisoner, whether big or small, it was the same thing.
This was even more so for a former convict.
After all, no one knew the pain more than them.
This particular fellow had been in prison for fifty years straight with hard labor.
Lenny could easily tell what was going through the beast's mind at this point.
The beast gave a loud cry like a whale. It was like it was challenging Cuban.
All of a sudden, it's one inverted eye suddenly glowed a brighter shade of red.
Even before the beast let it go, Lenny knew that this blast was going to be far stronger than the one the Paraglider had given before.
After all, this one carried it's anger.
*DUMM!!!*
The blast went out in a rush.
This one was so forced out that the blast actually made the Paraglider move back a little as it's legs dragged against the ground.
*BOOM!!!*
The Aircraft instantly blew up.
Lenny chuckled at this.
Truly, the power of a Rank 1 demon was incredible.
The debris that was the plane fell to the ground, further going up in explosions.
Fire blazed.
Even Lenny had to admit that that blast felt good.
After all, Cuban had made him suffer for three days straight.
This was suffering that could break even demons.
There was no way that Lenny did not smdedire a bit of revenge.
However, as he looked at the debris, he noticed that something was wrong.
And there it was.
Cuban punched the roof out, and then as if he was peeling the metal roof of the aircraft like opening a can of tuna, he pushed the sides big enough for his body to pass through.
He leaped out of it.
Nothing at all had happened to him.
While the pilot had been unfortunate to have met a quick end, nothing had happened to Cuban.
He still looked as fresh as when he had left in the early hours of the morning for the other Arena.
Lenny suddenly had a forbidden feeling rising in his heart.
Cuban had taken the full blast of the Hell beast and was okay.
This was the same blast that had dug into the earth and charred it black, killing all the Hundreds of thousands of devils like a bully stepping on a colony of ants for fun.
No one needed to tell Lenny before he knew that leaving this place was the best option right now.
If Cuban were to get his hands on him, he knew he was dead.
"To imagine that an ordinary Paraglider of just a few tens of years old, a fucking rank one hell beast will dare challenge ME!? I'll show you true power."
Cuban waved his hands, and the most absurd thing happened. It was at this point that Lenny got a glimpse of power worthy of the Deep demon realm.
The charred corpses of the dead devils on the ground suddenly became red and and then, it all became liquefied.
Like the flow of a river, it followed towards Cuban.
Lenny's eyes opened up in surprise.
Those were already charred corpses. Evidently, they were dried, dead and gone.
However, Cuban literally turned them to blood for his own use, turning the earth to it's previous sandy color.
But that was not all, the corpses of those around, whether demon, or chimera ant suddenly burst as it was all turned into red blood.
It all rushed towards Cuban.
He was the center, and just like the planets were attracted by the sun and they all revolved around it, the blood of the deceased revolved around him.
When Lenny had fought the Magistri, the Magistri had only taken the blood of the dead.
However, Cuban literally turned all of the dead to blood.
Not even those that had become charcoal were exempted.
His power was able to turn the dead , as long as they once had blood flow in their veins to blood.
The blood had not finished gathering when Cuban waved a hand, instantly, some blood formed giant revolving blades that speed through the air for the Hell beast.
*Wush!*
*SLICE!*
The Blades whistled loudly through the air like planes tempted to break the sonic barrier.
The Paraglider was either too big or too weak. One thing for sure was that it could not get away from the attack.
The giant blade were like giant ninja darts
*Slash! Slash!! Slash!!!*
They snaked about the beast's body as they tore through it's flesh.
One of the blades had rushed for Lenny.
Instinctively, he activated his white flame to protect his body.
But even knew that this was nothing.
The giant blade passed through like the white flame wasn't even there in the first place.
However, just before it would shave Lenny's upper body off, he suddenly felt a pull to the side.
It was the Paraglider.
Some of it's skin had formed tentacles that pulled Lenny away from the attack.
However, even that had not happened quick enough.
Lenny's side was cut, and the wound was terrifyingly deep...
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