Corpses were strewn all over the ravaged valley. What was even more frightening was that most of the corpses weren't complete. Their severed heads were like blood-stained rubber balls, scattered all over the valley floor. They formed a stark contrast with the enormous blood-stained rocks. Broken limbs were like powerless tree trunks, quietly lying on the valley floor that had been split into long and narrow ravines.
The scene of Asura hell was serene and bloody under the moonlight. The soul energy that hadn't yet dissipated was drawn by some sort of force from the valley cliff, spiraling from incorporeal to tangible. Wisps of soul energy fluttered into the sharp hilt of the weapon that sparkled with a dark brown luster.
The Demonslayer Edge silently stood on top of Han Shuo's head, like a loyal follower of its master. The dark brown edge didn't reflect any luster under the moonlight, but the wisps of soul energy that drifted in and met Han Shuo's murderous aura caused a dazzling change.
Specks of star-like light shone brightly within the blood-red aura. The dazzling specks of light were like tiny dancing spirits. After slowly blossoming beautifully for a moment, they finally completely converged into the dull brown Demonslayer Edge.
Nearly two thousand people had died in this battle, and every single one of them wasn't weak. Naturally, their soul energy was also very abundant. Sixty percent of this soul energy had entered Han Shuo's body, and the other forty percent was being absorbed by the Demonslayer Edge. As the mastermind behind the scenes, Han Shuo had coincidentally eavesdropped on the battle, causing all the factions in the Valley of Sunshine to suffer great losses. All the leaders were panicking and making wild guesses, which led to Han Shuo's breakthrough into the bloodlust realm and the Demonslayer Edge's fierce aura once again.
Clouds of blood-red mist were so thick that they wouldn't dissipate, forming strange lines that surrounded, entangled, and tightened around Han Shuo. Within the mist, Han Shuo's skin and flesh glowed with a dark red luster as his bones crackled. A terrifying aura of death, murderous aura, and murderous aura fluctuated between strong and weak. His handsome face trembled strangely.
This state lasted from the long night to the scorching sun. Gradually, the entire ruined valley was shrouded in the blood-red mist. The mist was as thick as a layer of clouds, covering most of the sky above the valley. The scorching sun couldn't penetrate the obstruction of the blood clouds, but instead increased the brightness of the bloody light, causing the entire valley to seem as if it was shrouded in a bloody hell. The corpse-strewn valley seemed even more desolate, evil, and terrifying due to this layer of bloody light.
For three days in a row, the entire Valley of Sunshine was in a constant state of anxiety and fear. The blood cloud within the valley constantly changed, until blurry, shadow-like figures slowly drifted out from the back of Han Shuo's neck. These shadows that had separated from his body gradually merged with the blood cloud. Then, all sorts of grotesque, ferocious, and terrifying demon heads slowly materialized from illusory form.
All of the blood clouds and blood mist merged with the shadows. After five days, they finally transformed into twelve monsters of different shapes but all the same sinister appearance. These monsters either had sharp heads and claws, or densely packed fangs like sharks, or had barbs growing out of their backs like barbs. These twelve demons were completely different from each other, but they all shared the same aura.
It was a unique aura that came from Han Shuo's body. It was the same aura as Han Shuo's. Little Skull had been hiding in the crevice of the valley all this time. It was because of this familiar aura that the earth elite zombie and wood elite zombie didn't make any unfriendly moves.
Another seven days passed. The twelve demons constantly changed their forms, sometimes even taking on the exact same appearance as Han Shuo. What was even more strange was that on the fifth day, there were actually twelve identical copies of Han Shuo hovering around Han Shuo. On the last day, the twelve constantly changing "things" returned to their original appearances as if they had returned to their original form. Then, they turned into rays of blood-red light and hid within Han Shuo's body.
Han Shuo let out a light sigh. After all the demons had hidden themselves within his body, he opened his demonic eyes and swept his gaze across the entire valley. Han Shuo murmured, "I've finally reached the separate demon stage!"
Due to the enormous explosion, the valley had collapsed amidst the earth-shattering tremors. All of the paths into the valley had been sealed off, leaving only a sliver of sunlight in the sky. During this period of time, the little skeleton, earth elite zombie, and wood elite zombie had been guarding Han Shuo with all their might.
The various powers in the Valley of Sunshine had sent their spies to investigate not long after the tragedy. Unfortunately, not a single one of them had escaped alive after being ambushed by the three dark creatures. They'd all turned into vengeful spirits like the mercenaries in the valley, and even their corpses were quickly rotting away.
The stench of Tanai's rotting corpses was truly unbearable. Han Shuo creased his brow and thought for a moment. He reached out and grabbed the Demonslayer Edge floating above his head. As soon as the Demonslayer Edge entered Han Shuo's palm, it strangely turned into specks of dark brown light and disappeared without a trace. Activating the Art of the Demonic Ninth Heavens, Han Shuo broke through the air and left this hellish valley in the blink of an eye.
Five miles north of the Valley of Sunshine, at the top of a low mountain.
Laureton of the Cairo mercenary band, Florida of the Rainbow Sickle mercenary band, Adam Menlo of the House of Menlo, and the chief of the Katar orc tribe had all gathered. The leaders of the various powers in the Valley of Sunshine, including Trunks who had just returned from a mission, were all invited.
The leaders of all the powers in the Valley of Sunshine had gathered here. Everyone had ugly expressions, especially the victims who had participated in the tragedy of the mithril mine. Their faces were especially gloomy as they tried to find the truth and seek revenge, trying to come up with a countermeasure for the future of the Valley of Sunshine.
"Who is it?" Everyone had the same question in their hearts.
Apart from the few major powers that had experienced the tragedy and suffered heavy losses, anyone who hadn't participated in the incident had become a target of suspicion. Even some of the smaller factions in the Valley of Sunshine who'd escaped faster and suffered fewer losses had become suspects.
"Trunks, your Soul Destroyer mercenary band didn't participate in the battle this time. Among all the powers that didn't participate in the Valley of Sunshine, your Soul Destroyer mercenary band is the strongest. Now, your Soul Destroyer mercenary band's strength isn't the slightest bit affected. Due to our heavy losses, your Soul Destroyer mercenary band's strength isn't too far off from ours. It seems that you're the biggest beneficiary this time! I'm thinking, could it be your doing? " Florida of the Rainbow Sickle mercenary band said sinisterly as he stared at the relaxed Trunks, his handsome face covered with a dark green hue.
Trunks, who was inwardly pleased, really didn't know how to repay the mastermind behind the scenes. However, on the surface, Trunks had a pained expression and was still pretending to sigh in pain. When he heard this, he suddenly slammed the stone table and stood up angrily. The hastily assembled stone table suddenly shattered into pieces.
Trunks didn't even look at the experts around him blocking the broken stones. He only glared angrily at Florida and shouted, "If you want to spout venomous slander, then we'll fight to the death right now! Half a month ago, our Soul Destroyer mercenary band accepted a mission. All the experts, including myself, left the Valley of Sunshine. Chief Laureton knows this the best. We have the least to do with this matter. Florida, everyone is here today. If you really want to kill me, then we might as well have a fair and square duel. There's no need to resort to such underhanded schemes! "
When Trunks had slammed his palm on the broken stone table just now, a wisp of silver radiance had appeared in his palm. Everyone present was a crafty old fox. They all knew what a silver fighting aura meant to a swordsman. Due to his own efforts and the effects of the Rebirth Pill, Trunks had already advanced to the great swordmaster level. All the leaders had to carefully consider whether this palm strike had any other meaning other than a show of force.
During this period of time, the Soul Destroyer mercenary band had been able to openly recruit experts in the Valley of Sunshine due to Trunks' previous fame and the foundation of the original Rainbow Sickle mercenary band. They had developed at a high speed in a short period of time.
If it wasn't for Tanai's tragic accident, perhaps the Soul Destroyer mercenary band wouldn't have been taken seriously by Laureton, Florida and the others. It was a pity that Tanai's side had suffered disastrous losses. The strength they had accumulated over the past few years had been destroyed in a single day. With their sharply reduced strength, they no longer had the confidence to firmly deal with Trunks. In addition, the Soul Destroyer mercenary band was in the dark. The various powers still didn't know where their nest was. This caused the Soul Destroyer mercenary band to become a powerful existence that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the four great powers.
The great swordmaster Trunks had displayed his extraordinary strength as soon as he made his move. He had taken an unyielding and formal challenge to Florida. This attitude was clearly different from his previous concealment and obscurity.
Although Florida, a light archmage, had also cultivated lightning magic, he had yet to completely recover from the serious injuries he had suffered at the hands of Han Shuo. Florida didn't doubt that Trunks would take the opportunity to tear him to shreds when he faced Trunks, who had advanced by leaps and bounds to become a great swordsman, with Trunks' unforgettable hatred for him.
Therefore, Florida's cheeks trembled with anger as he gloomily glared at Trunks. In the end, he said in a low, stiff voice, "The most important thing right now is to find the mastermind behind the scenes. I don't have the time to fight with you right now!"
When these words were spoken, all those in power in the Valley of Sunshine understood one fact. Florida was afraid!
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