It was now winter, and the cold night had frozen the low-lying puddles of water on the streets into solid ice. The chilly, knife-like winds howled sharply, as if evil spirits roaming the darkness, intimidating those who saw them.
On the wide street, Han Shuo rode his horse as fast as lightning, with a group of people following closely behind. All of them had solemn expressions on their faces, already prepared to encounter great trouble.
The heavy, concentrated sounds of hooves sounded from ahead of Han Shuo. Before anyone could be seen, the ferocious aura of ten thousand galloping horses had already charged over, accompanied by the heavy sounds of hooves.
The Demonslayer Edge had long since been grasped in Han Shuo's hand. With a callous expression, Han Shuo tossed all distracting thoughts to the back of his mind, focusing his attention to a level it had never been before. Han Shuo's calm breathing and heartbeat seemed to have adjusted to an optimal state with his calmness. Even some of the injuries Han Shuo had sustained previously didn't feel any pain.
When Han Shuo calmed his mind, intending to carve out a path of blood through slaughter, Han Shuo suddenly felt a bit dazed, as if he'd suddenly sunk into a strange realm. At the same time, Han Shuo's mind trembled as a profound incantation gradually became clear, reflecting itself in Han Shuo's heart.
The "Demonic Art of Assimilation" was an evil demonic art that could only be mastered when one reached the "true demon" realm. The effects of the "Demonic Art of Assimilation" were reflected in the words "assimilate" and "replenish". A demonic practitioner in the "true demon" realm already had a sufficiently tough demonic body and possessed a demon infant. Once one was injured, they could use the "Demonic Art of Assimilation" to directly devour the enemy's flesh, blood, and soul to repair the damage to their own body.
At this time, if the demon infant wanted to quickly mature, it could also rely on the Demonic Art of Assimilation to devour the souls of its enemies. However, because there were no other cultivators of the Dao or Devil Dao in this world, there were no other demon infants or nascent souls for Han Shuo to devour.
Before a living person died, the residual power of their soul would not be extinguished. At this time, he could use the "Demonic Art of Assimilation" to absorb the soul of a living person and use the power of his soul to replenish his demon infant. This was currently the fastest way for Han Shuo to advance to the next realm.
If a person died for a long time, the power of his soul would quickly disappear. In a very short period of time, the remaining power of his soul would completely disappear from the world. Therefore, it was completely impossible to use necromancy magic to summon "wraiths" to replenish his soul. This was because "wraiths" were products of another dimension and had died for who knew how long. The power of their souls had long since disappeared, leaving behind only the simplest traces of life.
In actuality, the original demons and yin demons that Han Shuo had refined using the Original Demon Cave and the yin demon cave were actually created because Han Shuo's blood essence and demonic yuan were used to bestow the power of the soul to these "wraiths" that no longer had the power of the soul. The original demons and yin demons that had been created in this way only regained that power after absorbing Han Shuo's blood essence and large amounts of demonic yuan, and possessed some kind of unfathomable ability.
As Han Shuo calmed his mind and focused his mind, a section of abstruse incantation magically appeared in Han Shuo's mind. When Han Shuo quickly ran through the "Demonic Art of Assimilation" in his mind, Han Shuo's body continued to gallop without hindrance.
The sound of iron hooves in front of him grew heavier and denser, pounding on Han Shuo's heart like a drum. As his two sharp eyes stared ahead, Han Shuo calmly used his mind to circulate his magical yuan according to the path of the "Demonic Art of Assimilation", trying to see if there would be any effects.
Contrary to Han Shuo's expectations, when Han Shuo silently circulated his magical yuan, he miraculously discovered that the demonic yuan actually flowed smoothly according to the path of the "Demonic Art of Assimilation" without any obstructions along the way.
Only then did Han Shuo realize that most of the meridians of the true demon realm had been opened and expanded. The meridians of the "Demonic Art of Assimilation" just so happened to be somewhat similar to the meridians of the "Mystical Glacial Spellfire". Some of the meridians were also unobstructed, causing Han Shuo's mind to immediately feel the changes in his body.
When Han Shuo circulated the "Demonic Art of Assimilation" and shifted the focus of his attention to his empty left hand, a thick cloud of black magical aura emanated from the center of his palm, forming a vortex that looked like a black hole. There seemed to be a strange suction force rotating within it, and a black light flashed continuously within it, emanating a frightening evil.
The vortex formed from the black demonic aura in his palm wasn't large, but Han Shuo knew that he had indeed grasped the "Demonic Art of Assimilation". As for its specific effects, Han Shuo would only truly know when he tested it on someone.
"Those in front, stop immediately for questioning or be killed without question!" At this moment, an explosive roar sounded from the front of Han Shuo.
A dense group of knights rode over on their warhorses, the silver spears in their hands blossoming with dark green fighting aura, appearing quite dazzling in the darkness.
"Heh heh, I'd like to see who's going to kill who!" Han Shuo laughed wildly as he squeezed his legs together, causing the warhorse to gallop even faster as he charged directly at the knight.
When they were about to meet, Han Shuo had already started chanting necromancy magic in a low voice. The knights at the very front that had attempted to attack Han Shuo suddenly discovered that bone spears had appeared out of thin air and hastily raised their weapons to defend. Another spear thrusting towards him was blocked by the white bone shield that Han Shuo had formed on his left shoulder after chanting.
Under the cover of necromancy magic, Han Shuo's momentum was unstoppable as he headed straight for the knight who had yelled earlier. When the Demonslayer Edge's sharpness clashed with the knight's spear, Han Shuo's spear was broken in two on the spot, just as Han Shuo had expected. Taking advantage of the knight's momentary daze, Han Shuo, who'd been whistling past the knight's side, suddenly reached out and grabbed the knight.
Han Shuo's physique was abnormally strong. When he grabbed the knight with his left hand, he squeezed hard, causing the knight's shoulder bones to shatter. He then held the Demonslayer Edge in his right hand and used the thick hilt of the Demonslayer Edge to smash the knight's head, causing fresh blood to immediately spray out.
The knight who had been screaming in pain screamed even more violently after being hit by the hilt of the Demonslayer Edge. However, his struggling body had no strength left, as if he'd been beaten senseless.
Han Shuo's left hand that had been tightly gripping the knight's body took this opportunity to circulate the "Demonic Art of Assimilation". In a split second, the knight's blood, flesh, and life force rapidly flowed into the whirlpool in Han Shuo's left hand from his neck.
A surge of strange energy suddenly surged into Han Shuo's body through the demon infant and Han Shuo's physical body. Due to the influx of this energy, his injured body miraculously and rapidly recovered, as if he'd received a miraculous elixir. Han Shuo could clearly feel that some of the ruptured blood vessels in his chest had miraculously reconnected under the nourishment of this energy.
At the same time, the knight that Han Shuo had grabbed with one hand was gradually drying up and turning a grayish brown due to the disappearance of his blood, flesh, and life force. When Han Shuo finished absorbing his flesh, a strand of his soul was also sucked away by the demon infant like a drop of water.
When Han Shuo let go, a gust of cold wind blew past. The body that had lost its blood, flesh, and life force turned into dust that danced in the air. A living life had been extinguished in the blink of an eye due to the replenishment of the "Demonic Art of Assimilation", not leaving a trace in the world.
As the caster, Han Shuo had absorbed the knight's blood, flesh, and life force in a short amount of time. He had recovered from his previous injuries and was now full of vigor again.
The miraculous and evil nature of the "Demonic Art of Assimilation" gave even Han Shuo a fright. He hadn't expected that the effects of the "Demonic Art of Assimilation" would be able to absorb the knight's blood, flesh, and life force in the span of a few breaths and use it to replenish his own injured body.
This was a classic method of harming others to benefit oneself, but it was in line with the true essence of a demonic practitioner. Disregarding the life and death of others, using the souls and life force of others to quickly recover and advance through slaughter and devouring was a method that demonic practitioners had long since gotten used to for thousands of years.
"Demon, he's a demon!" The knights blocking Han Shuo's way watched with their own eyes as their leader was killed by Han Shuo in such a strange and evil manner. They were all dumbfounded. Someone in the crowd cried out in a panic.
Han Shuo's evil methods had clearly exceeded the scope of their understanding, especially when Han Shuo's left hand had devoured the flesh and blood. Blood and broken bones had been splattered as Han Shuo's demonic left hand devoured the flesh and blood. It was even more difficult for them to accept.
Han Shuo had already penetrated deep into this group of knights. Because the path wasn't wide enough, the knights in front of him had almost completely blocked the path.
Even though Han Shuo was fast, he had no choice but to slow down a little. Han Shuo, who had been prepared to face a cruel attack, suddenly discovered that the enemies around him had all fallen into a daze. Each and every one of them looked at him with fear, and not a single one of them dared to make the first move.
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