* * * At the bottom of the North Sea, Han Hao was sitting by himself.
During the past two years, he had led a group of godhunters to roam the Fringe and devoured a few highgods of death. Finally, his strength had risen to mid-stage highgod realm. Other than improving his mastery of the energy of death, the demonic arts he cultivated in had also improved tremendously.
Due to his unique lifeform, it was difficult to ascertain his realm as a cultivator of demonic arts. Just like Dark Dragon Gilbert, the divine energy in his body contained characteristics of demonic arts. However, he was more powerful than Gilbert in that he had a clear understanding of demonic arts. In addition to his astounding intelligence, he had finally found a unique cultivation path that belonged to him.
A few days ago, Han Hao had roughly estimated his strength through that subordinate of Salas. He was confident that even if he were to fight a late-stage highgod, he would be able to emerge victorious using the advantage of his dual cultivation of demonic arts.
At the bottom of the sea, Han Hao did not gather the element of death to cultivate. Instead, he calmed his mind and entered a miraculous state of emptiness.
Inside his body, the fusion of the divine energy of death and demonic yuan was slowly flowing. When he relaxed, he could feel that his cultivation speed had increased and he was able to find that 'feeling'.
After staying at the bottom of the sea for five days, Han Hao gradually forgot everything, including himself …
The fishes, shrimps, and all sorts of bizarre creatures at the bottom of the sea passed by him as though they did not see him at all. It was as though Han Hao had fused with the sea, becoming a part of it, a stream of water, an unchanging rock.
One day, Han Hao's soul suddenly shook and he abruptly woke up from his meditation. He opened his eyes, which were glistening with evil lights. He bunched his brows, released his soul, and carefully sensed the slight changes in his surroundings …
All lifeforms at the bottom of the sea were gradually leaving the area he was in. The fishes, shrimps, and all sorts of bizarre creatures at the bottom of the sea became abnormally terrified and fled for their lives …
Strands of odd undulations penetrated from the bottom of the sea. It was as though thousands of invisible tentacles were searching for something. Ordinary low-level lifeforms would only instinctively sense danger and try to get away from the area where the tentacles extended. However, Han Hao's soul had also cultivated in demonic arts, so it had become abnormally sensitive. He could clearly sense the weak electric element within those invisible and formless waves.
Suddenly, Han Hao understood what was going on. He raised the bone spear in his hand, and a few demon generals flew out from the bone wings formed by the seven bone spikes on their backs. Then, they gradually drifted away from the bottom of the sea.
Holding the bone spear, Han Hao sensed the faint ripples at the bottom of the sea. He concealed all the aura on his body and quickly flew at the bottom of the sea …
In the sky above the sea, Salas, who was standing proudly, suddenly chuckled and said to himself, "It's really here!"
Just as he was about to dive into the sea, Salas suddenly realized that his divine soul seemed to have lost track of the other party. The soul power that he had sent into the sea was also rapidly losing its sense of intuition.
With a cold snort, Salas's eyes flickered with electric light like slithering snakes. His majestic body suddenly flew to the bottom of the sea. Following the soul power at the bottom of the sea, he chased after the rapidly disappearing target. Even though he was in the depths of the sea, Salas's speed wasn't affected at all. He plunged straight to the bottom of the sea like a rainbow piercing the sun.
The sense of crisis that followed him like a shadow made Han Hao realize the identity of the person who was approaching him. He didn't dare to be careless. He utilized the special divine energy in his body and used all his strength to flee from that powerful enemy.
At the bottom of the sea, one party was fleeing with all his strength, while the other was chasing with all his strength …
Half a day later, Han Hao flew out from the bottom of the sea and came to a mountain range full of dense forests. He gave up on fleeing, but stood behind a big tree with the bone spear in his hand. He seemed to be waiting for something.
A few minutes later, a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air. Salas's enormous figure slowly took shape in the lightning. He coldly gazed at the motionless Han Hao and said in a deep voice, "A young hero indeed. I did not expect that the one who killed Ansike would be you! Han Hao, you have become more and more unbridled in the Fringe for the past two years. You even dared to touch my people! "
The Little Skull, Han Hao, lowered his head and did not utter a word. He only tightly clenched the bone spear in his hand.
"Han Hao, I will give you a choice! As long as you are willing to submit to me, I will spare your life! " Shouted Salas coldly. All these years, Han Hao had done a lot of great things in the Fringe. Even Salas had heard of him. The fact that Han Hao was able to kill Ansike, a late-stage highgod, was enough to prove how terrifying this youngster was. This was exactly the kind of talent that Salas needed the most. Therefore, even Salas, who was always protective of Han Hao, was tempted by Han Hao's talent.
Han Hao raised his head and looked indifferently at Salas. He said in an indifferent tone, "Let's do it!"
Other than Han Shuo, who made him, Han Hao would not submit to anyone. Even in the Godhunter Alliance, he, Han Hao, was a loner. He was not bound by anyone.
"What a pity," sighed Salas. An enormous Thunderbolt Ball descended from the sky and headed straight for Han Hao.
The Thunderbolt Ball was the size of a small mountain. Lightning bolts were twisting and twisting within it. When the Thunderbolt Ball was about to land on Han Hao's head, it suddenly emitted thousands of electric arcs that formed an enormous electric net that enveloped the space around Han Hao.
Although Salas did not possess the Quintessence of an overgod, he was still an overgod. As soon as he made his move, the element of lightning within several hundred miles gushed into the Thunderbolt Ball. The electric net emitted blinding light and the energy it contained was earth-shattering. All living creatures in the mountains nearby were charred black by the power.
As the electric net covered an enormous area, Han Hao could not evade its attack. As soon as the electric net was formed, the enormous Thunderbolt Ball headed straight for Han Hao's head, intending to annihilate him.
As soon as Salas made his move, he changed everything. The space around him was distorted by electricity. Even though Han Hao had a Scroll of Space in his possession, he could not escape.
The terrifying Thunderbolt Ball landed with an earth-shattering explosion. All the trees, boulders, and living creatures in the area where Han Hao was were pulverized. Even a barren hill was crushed into stone chips by the powerful force.
After the first strike, Salas didn't continue attacking. When the commotion died down, his expression suddenly changed. His eyes glowed with lightning as he looked around. He discovered that Han Hao had disappeared without a trace. There was not the slightest trace of him.
Under his attack, even a highgod cultivating in the edict of space would not be able to escape using the edict of space. Originally, Salas thought that Han Hao was dead for sure. But when Han Hao mysteriously disappeared without a trace, he was truly astonished. He immediately regarded Han Hao as a great threat.
With a gloomy face, Salas mobilized the element of lightning and extended his divine soul outwards in an attempt to locate Han Hao's soul. However, for some unknown reason, Salas could no longer sense Han Hao's soul. Either Han Hao was very far away from him, or Han Hao had found a way to escape from his divine soul's detection.
In fact, Han Hao was only a thousand miles away from Salas. The reason why Salas could not sense Han Hao's location was that Han Hao had truly learned how to alter the shape of his soul to avoid Salas's detection.
From the moment Salas's aura appeared and how Salas was able to stare at Han Hao, Han Hao knew that Salas must have used some method to detect his soul imprint. After thinking for a moment, Han Hao was certain that Salas must have left something on Ansike's divine soul. When Han Hao killed Ansike, Salas must have sensed Han Hao's soul imprint through Ansike.
The only way for Han Hao to evade Salas's pursuit was to alter his soul. Only by altering the shape of his soul would Salas be unable to track him down.
For an ordinary god, it was impossible to alter their divine soul. The soul imprint was the source of their existence. Only when they made a breakthrough to a new realm would they experience some minor changes. However, it was impossible to alter the soul imprint by relying on one's own strength or using some other method. It was precisely because Salas knew this that he left a special imprint on Ansike so that Han Hao could sense the soul imprint of the one who killed Ansike.
It was difficult to alter the soul imprint of a god in this world, but Han Hao's life form was special and he also cultivated demonic arts. For him, this wasn't a problem. There was a kind of demonic secret technique that could alter his soul imprint. He had been silently comprehending this demonic secret technique since he was underground and experimenting with it while being chased by Salas.
Finally, when Salas's Thunderbolt Ball came crashing down, Han Hao successfully cultivated that secret technique and altered his soul imprint! But he knew that even if his soul imprint was altered, he was temporarily no match for Salas. Therefore, he decisively used the Demonic Blood Disassembly Art to escape.
Thousands of miles away, in a cave, Han Hao was dripping with blood. He was sitting cross-legged in a corner, motionless.
After his soul imprint was altered, Han Hao no longer felt like he was being watched. However, after using the Demonic Blood Disassembly Art, his body had suffered serious injuries. Apart from his white jade-like bones, his skin, flesh, and meridians had all been torn apart. His divine energy had also been depleted.
As if he could never feel pain, Han Hao's expression was calm. He slowly circulated the divine energy in his body to repair his torn skin and flesh. This body, which had been created with a special method, had miraculous regenerative abilities just like Han Shuo. His blood had long since stopped flowing, and his meridians were slowly mending under the effect of his divine energy …
Han Hao's body wasn't as monstrous as Han Shuo's. It took him half a month to repair his body. When he regained his mobility, he took out the elixirs that Han Shuo had specially refined for the five of them and swallowed them. After recuperating for a period of time, he started to walk out of the belly of the mountain. He continuously hunted people in the vicinity and devoured their divine energy to replenish the energy he had consumed after using the Demonic Blood Disassembly Art.
While Han Hao was hunting people to recover his strength, Han Shuo, who couldn't find him, came to the Deity Sky Peak alone.
Standing at the foot of the Deity Sky Peak, Han Shuo raised his head and looked at the peak that pierced the clouds. His gaze was sinister and his expression was resolute.
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