All kinds of toxins in the miasma cloud were pervasive and corrosive. In an extremely short period of time, the invaders at the outer perimeter of the Pandemonium were corroded into skeletons. The invaders bled from their seven orifices.
The colorful miasma contained within the Miasma Cloud was made from all sorts of deadly poisons. As a cultivator of demonic arts, Han Shuo was very familiar with such insidious methods. With the assistance of wood elite zombie and Cauldron Spirit in the Cauldron of Myriad Demon, Han Shuo managed to refine a Miasma Cloud that no one in this world had ever seen.
Except for those highgod experts who had extremely tough divine bodies and who had anticipated this situation in advance, those midgods who were engulfed by the miasmic miasma and poisonous gas, almost all of them would die. Only those highgod experts who had extremely tough divine bodies and had divine energy spread throughout their bodies were able to withstand the miasmic miasma.
In the blink of an eye, the miasma cloud had killed fifty to sixty of Salas's midgods. The invaders who were close to the Pandemonium retreated far away in fear. The few highgods who managed to escape from the miasma cloud had exhausted a significant amount of divine energy. Their faces were filled with fear.
Tanai and the Five Elite Zombies couldn't help but chuckle sinisterly.
"Well done, Little Wood. You are indeed a cunning fella. You even made use of those idiots' wind energy. Hehe, without the help of wind energy, the miasma cloud wouldn't have been able to spread so quickly! "Han Huo laughed heartily. He seemed extremely excited.
"Father had long anticipated that the enemies would use the energy of wind to disperse the poisonous miasma. Hehe, therefore, he specially asked me to add an extra layer to the miasma so that we can use the energy of wind to help us deal with them!" said Han Mu. He did not claim credit for the plan. Instead, he pointed out that it was Han Shuo's idea to come up with this vicious plan.
The Five Elite Zombies discussed the uses of the miasma cloud in a lively manner. They all looked relaxed and confident after winning the first battle.
Rose, Zovic, and the others, who were originally anxious, were shocked to see so many of the invaders die before they could even break through the first layer of the miasma.
It was only at this moment that they began to see the power of the Pandemonium's messy formations seriously. They suddenly felt that with the Pandemonium around, the invaders would definitely suffer unimaginable losses.
Rose suddenly felt relieved. She was even more impressed by Han Shuo. He wasn't in the Pandemonium, but he was able to keep so many Fringedwellers out of the Fringe with just a few years of preparation. This wasn't something an ordinary person could do. From Rose's point of view, Han Shuo would definitely become a legend in the Fringe.
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On a steep slope outside the Pandemonium, a figure was observing the changes in the Pandemonium from afar. It was the other Sovereign, Ossora.
Ossora's face was filled with shock. He waved his hand and a cloud of poisonous miasma floated over his palm.
After carefully sensing the miasma cloud, Ossora was even more astonished. He did not sense the usual toxins on the miasma cloud. Instead, he discovered that the miasma cloud was filled with multicolored gases. Each gas had its own unique function. All kinds of bizarre toxins were mixed together in an unimaginable way to form a special miasma cloud that he had never seen before.
Ossora knew that the miasma cloud contained extremely terrifying toxins. Even with his overgod strength, he couldn't completely isolate the toxins. He had to use a trace of divine energy to resist the toxins. It was evident how powerful the miasma cloud was.
Ossora looked at the Pandemonium with a complicated expression. He mumbled to himself, "Brian, oh Brian, who are you?!"
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"Lord Salas, what should we do?" Asked the old man after retreating from the center of the Pandemonium. He looked at Salas with a pitiful and helpless face.
Salas had seen what happened just now. The miasma cloud contained terrifying toxins and was impervious to wind energy. They had no idea how they were going to break into the Pandemonium.
"Trash!" Shouted Salas furiously. He thought that he would be able to easily kill Tanai and his men by leading a group of loyal subordinates into the Pandemonium. Little did he expect that he would lose dozens of his subordinates before they could even break through the miasma cloud.
If news of this were to spread, wouldn't Salas's reputation plummet to the bottom of the valley? Would he be laughed at by everyone?
The old man hung his head low. His subordinates also looked dispirited and pitiful. They knew very well that Salas did not have a good temper. He would kill anyone he disliked, not even sparing his own men. When Salas was enraged, the wisest thing to do was to speak as little as possible.
Roared Salas. He swept his cold gaze across his subordinates. In the past, he would have killed one or two of them to vent his anger. But this time, Salas endured it. He knew that things were different now. His reputation in the Fringe had plummeted. No outsider would be willing to join him for the time being.
To establish a foothold in the Fringe, one must have sufficient strength. Now that every one of his subordinates was dead, he could no longer kill them whenever he wanted.
"Back off, all of you. I'll break this Poison Cloud Barrier!" Sacas snorted coldly in exasperation at their failure to meet his expectations.
He unfolded his domain of divinity. The element of lightning from all directions frantically converged towards Salas. In a short time, Salas was surrounded by flashes of lightning and thunderclaps.
"It seems that Salas' strength hasn't regressed. That Brian does have some tricks up his sleeve to be able to escape from him!" Ossora put on a grave face as he carefully sensed the element of lightning in the air. He could roughly guess Salas' strength from the element of lightning in the air. He could tell that Salas' strength didn't regress due to a setback in his cultivation like the rumors said. Salas' strength didn't regress because of a setback in his cultivation.
With that thought in mind, Ossora valued Han Shuo even more!
If Han Shuo could easily escape from Salas, then even if Ossora himself or another Sovereign came to deal with Han Shuo in the future, they might not be able to kill Han Shuo. This meant that they would not be able to eliminate the root of the problem. No matter what, Han Shuo would be a huge threat to them.
After weighing the pros and cons, Ossora carefully recalled the information he received about Han Shuo from the City of Shadows. He made a wise decision – he would never make an enemy out of Han Shuo!
While Ossora made a decision that would make him extremely happy in the future, Salas gathered the energy of lightning in the sky and started bombarding the Pandemonium with devastating lightning.
Salas' method was very simple. He ignored the chaotic formations and boundaries in the Pandemonium and directed the energy of lightning in the air to bombard the Pandemonium with the most ferocious lightning.
Although simple, it was the most direct and most effective way to deal with the Pandemonium. Bolts of lightning tore through the void and thunder rumbled incessantly towards the Pandemonium. For a moment, earth-shattering explosions could be heard from every corner of the Pandemonium.
If it wasn't for the poisonous miasma that shrouded the Pandemonium, Salas wouldn't have acted so quickly. If he had allowed his subordinates to attack the Pandemonium, Tanai 'demonic formations would have unleashed even more terrifying power. However, the presence of the poisonous miasma had instilled fear in his subordinates. They were powerless and did not dare to take another step forward. Therefore, they placed all their hopes on Salas.
As such, Salas had no choice but to take action himself. As the Sovereign of the Fringe, he was already feeling very aggrieved that he had to take action when the Pandemonium had just begun.
"Dammit, this Salas is way too fast! I haven't even had the chance to have some fun yet. I have already prepared so many demonic formations for his subordinates. Why is he so excited? "cursed Han Huo. He felt that Salas was being too unreasonable.
Zovic put on a bitter smile and said, "It's because the poisonous miasma is too powerful. They can't blast it away and they don't want to die. They won't dare to attack us anymore."
"Why didn't you say so earlier?!" Cursed Han Mu. "No matter what, we still have to kill as many of his subordinates as we can. Hmm, I got it. We can pretend that a part of the Pandemonium has been destroyed and lure them in. "
"Haha, Han Mu, you are truly cunning. That's for the best!" laughed Han Huo.
While chuckling mischievously, Han Mu once again made his move. He used his soul to communicate with the towering ancient trees that served as the special formation cores of the demonic formations. As though they were highly intelligent lifeforms, they wriggled their branches and shook their dense foliage.
Salas's bolts of heavenly lightning struck the Pandemonium, causing earth-shattering explosions. However, the poisonous miasma that shrouded the Pandemonium never dissipated. This made Salas even more furious. He spared no effort in gathering the energy of lightning in the vicinity.
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the poisonous miasma that filled the sky above the Pandemonium seemed to be sucked in by an enormous suction force. It was sucked into the densely-packed holes in the nearby mountains of Tanai.
Salas stared blankly for a moment before he laughed sinisterly and shouted, "Kill your way into Tanai! The energy towers and barriers that formed the poisonous miasma have been destroyed by the energy of lightning. Enter the Pandemonium and kill all of them. Don't worry, that Brian fellow won't be able to escape from me this time! "
Salas had absolute confidence in his own strength. In his opinion, Tanai's defenses were very limited. No barriers or barriers could withstand the full power of an expert with overgod strength. Therefore, he decisively ordered his subordinates to attack with all their might.
Just like how Salas trusted himself, his subordinates also trusted Salas. For so many years, Salas had run amok in the Fringe. No matter how arrogant or how strange the barriers were, none of them could withstand his lightning attacks. The sudden disappearance of the miasma seemed to prove that Salas's judgment was correct.
The highgods who had suffered in the miasma had been waiting for this opportunity. Without hesitation, they ordered their subordinates to attack with all their might. They themselves took the lead and flew towards the Pandemonium from all directions.
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