In the Bloodthirsty Realm, demonic cultivators were extremely easily angered and irritable. Only in the midst of bloodthirsty slaughter could one comprehend the mysteries of this realm. Only in the midst of bloodthirsty slaughter could a demonic cultivator clearly understand themselves. If one wanted to break through this realm, endless slaughter was the fastest way.
However, it was extremely easy for demonic practitioners to go berserk in the midst of slaughter. If one wasn't careful and lost control of their mind, it would be difficult to recover, and they would completely devolve into a lunatic monster that only had the instinct to kill. Therefore, it was extremely difficult to control one's self in this realm. Slaughter was the fastest way to break through, but it could also be a path of no return.
When Han Shuo had flown down from the cliff, his hatred towards Florida had increased immeasurably, including the female archer called Maxine, who had almost dealt a fatal blow to Emily. His heart, which had calmed down, now beat much faster than usual. His magical yuan was abundant, and the demon infant was filled with a surging vitality.
After the demon infant had absorbed the pure power of the soul contained within the Purple Demon Eye, Han Shuo's stagnant true demon realm had broken through. Although Han Shuo had thoughts of going on a killing spree from time to time after reaching the bloodlust realm, his strength had indeed increased by leaps and bounds.
Now, even if Florida was at his peak, Han Shuo still had the confidence to kill him head-on. Even if he didn't make use of the speed of the Art of the Demonic Ninth Heavens, Han Shuo was confident that he could fight Edwin and escape unscathed.
A murderous aura appeared in the form of a dense black mist, curling around Han Shuo's body. The swooping Han Shuo looked like a black cloud from afar as he dove down. There were two blood red eyes within the cloud, and the eerie, sinister light within was enough to make one's heart tremble.
At this moment, Tanai Mountain had long since fallen into chaos due to Edwin and Belinda's actions. Edwin and Belinda had joined hands and were dealing a destructive blow to the magnificent building, seeming to want to raze it to the ground.
From Harris' scroll, Han Shuo knew that the magnificent building was where Florida of the Rainbow Sickle mercenary band lived. It looked like Edwin's trip to the Cairo mercenary band had been fruitful. Without Laureton's help, the two who'd just arrived in the Valley of Sunshine wouldn't have been so familiar with the Rainbow Sickle mercenary band's setup.
Amidst the deafening rumbling sounds, a pitch-black shadow descended from the sky. A baleful aura was so dense that no one dared to ignore it. The experts of the Rainbow Sickle mercenary band had been frantically gathering their men to deal with Edwin and Selina when they discovered the abnormality in the sky. Arrows, spears, and javelins had already shot into the sky like lightning bolts.
However, none of the dozens of attacks that shot towards the black shadow could get close to it. The black shadow quickly chanted a necromancy spell as it flew down. A black light flashed through the sky as a troop of gargoyles appeared out of thin air. These gargoyles wielded bone spears and lined up neatly in front of the black shadow. They tightly blocked the arrows, spears, and javelins.
Suddenly, a huge jet-black sky curtain rapidly unfolded behind the black figure, blocking the bright moonlight and causing a third of the entire valley to be shrouded in darkness.
A thick aura of death suddenly spread out endlessly. Everyone within the aura of death felt that their bodies were a lot more stiff than usual. The black shadow landed in the mountain valley under the cover of the black canopy, and dark creatures appeared one after another.
The moonlight was covered by the dark blue clouds, making it impossible to judge the time. No one knew how much longer it would be until daybreak.
As a lost necromancy spell, the Canopy of Necromancy had the effect of diminishing the fighting strength of enemies within its range. Within the range of the Canopy of Necromancy, all dark creatures could obtain more power and possess greater speed and strength through absorbing the thick aura of death around them.
This was an evil spell that reduced the opponent's strength and increased the fighting strength of dark creatures. It had been forgotten on the Continent after it had disappeared from the cemetery of death.
When Han Shuo's spell appeared and the dark creatures began to excitedly attack their surroundings, not only did the Rainbow Sickle mercenaries lose their agility and agility, their eyes also felt abnormally dry and their vision was affected.
"Belinda, which other necromancer has come apart from Clarendon?" Edwin had been casting dark magic when he saw that the moonlight had been covered by the dark blue clouds and the dark creatures were excitedly attacking the mercenaries around them. He asked Belinda, who was controlling the golem beside him.
Shaking her head, Belinda had a face full of confusion as she responded, "Clarendon has already been taken care of. There shouldn't be any other necromancers apart from him!"
Edwin started when he heard these words and then smiled faintly, "Then perhaps the higher-ups have sent someone else over. Even I've never seen such a mysterious necromancy spell before. I don't think any other necromancer can use it apart from our Calamity Church!"
"Of course, only our Calamity Church would possess such mysterious necromancy magic. He must be one of us!" Belinda believed Edwin's words without a shred of doubt. It looked like they had an unreasonable amount of confidence in the Calamity Church's strength.
"I'm Edwin, which old friend has come?" Edwin, who had been casting dark magic, couldn't help but call out in a friendly manner when he saw that some dark creatures were helping the two of them block the mercenaries around them because of Han Shuo's appearance.
A vast amount of mental strength had been mostly used up because of the Canopy of Necromancy and the summoning of fifty to sixty dark creatures of different levels. As the fifty to sixty dark creatures wantonly attacked everything within the range of the Canopy of Necromancy, Han Shuo, who'd sunk into a berserk state of bloodlust, became a cruel shadow that wantonly vented his rage.
A thirst for blood pushed Han Shuo into the midst of endless slaughter like the unending river waters. The mercenaries who weren't strong enough were instantly cut in half by the sharp Demonslayer Edge wherever the dark shadow passed, fresh blood spurting out.
Han Shuo's eyes had turned blood red, and he couldn't control his desire to destroy everything. He killed all who stood in his way, like a machine reaping lives. All the mercenaries in the surroundings were met with terrifying attacks one after another.
Han Shuo's body froze slightly when he heard Edwin's friendly words, but he ignored him. When he looked around, he discovered that there was no one else apart from the Little Skull following closely behind him.
In the bloodlust realm, Han Shuo's physical strength had reached the pinnacle. He could instinctively sense the dangers around him amidst the continuous slaughter. He could even clearly sense the fear and trembling of those far away. Every time Han Shuo killed a person, the person's fear and resentment at death's door would form a ball of air that was hard to see with the naked eye, and be absorbed by the killing intent around Han Shuo.
As more and more mercenaries were killed by Han Shuo, the killing intent around Han Shuo's body grew thicker and thicker, to the point that the thick scent of blood emanated from his pores. Han Shuo's physical body and magical yuan seemed to be continuously refined in this process. Han Shuo could feel that his strength was increasing bit by bit in this process.
On the contrary, as his physical body and magical yuan rapidly increased, Han Shuo's mind became more and more muddled. When the fear and resentment of those he'd killed were absorbed into his surroundings, the enormous amount of information seemed to affect Han Shuo's brain, causing the veins on Han Shuo's head to bulge. He felt as if he was about to go berserk.
Cursing inwardly, Han Shuo immediately understood after obtaining all of Chu Canglan's memories that in the bloodlust realm, if there were such muddled signs in one's mind, the desire to kill everyone and destroy everything in their surroundings would increase. This was a sign that one was about to go berserk.
After experiencing hundreds of times of pain, Han Shuo's indomitable willpower had long since been tempered into indomitable willpower. The Demonslayer Edge was forcibly put away into Han Shuo's storage ring. Han Shuo took advantage of the fact that he was still conscious to continuously calm his raging heart and immediately sat down cross-legged, ignoring the chaos in his surroundings.
Little Skull, who had been following beside Han Shuo and helping Han Shuo reap lives, suddenly flashed his Purple Demon Eye when he saw Han Shuo suddenly sit down. He waved his hand at the dark creatures in the distance.
Like a broken light bulb, the Purple Demon Eye flickered and lit up with an evil purple light. It was as if a mysterious force was driving those dark creatures. When Little Skull waved his hand, the surrounding zombies and hate warriors all walked over in fear and trepidation, as if they were subordinates showing due respect to Little Skull.
When facing Han Shuo, because of the summoning incantation, they could only rigidly and instinctively follow Han Shuo's orders. However, when Han Shuo sat down cross-legged and Little Skull summoned them, their expressions were filled with fear and reverence. Each and every one of them carefully surrounded Han Shuo, as if deeply afraid that Little Skull would be dissatisfied and blame them. They were like the most humble servants and slaves.
This kind of behavior seemed to indicate that they had long since known of Little Skull, or had heard of Little Skull's tyrannical and miraculous abilities. Otherwise, how could an ordinary Little Skull warrior in this vast and boundless alternate dimension make them treat him with such fear?
Perhaps, in another dimension infinitely far away, the Little Skull with seven bone spurs on his back, a bone dagger in his hand, and a purple demon eye had already established a school of his own and become a famous character!
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