"Is this the Hell Road you are talking about?" Madara slowly opened his eyes, and a trace of blood flashed across three Tomoes spinning rapidly. His super dynamic vision allowed him to easily see the environment in front of him, so he asked in a calm tone.
"This is it! The exit of City of Slaughter was almost discovered by the traitor just now!" Kelder appeared in the form of a streak of blood from the Asura Mark that lit up on Madara's forehead, patted his chest and sighed.
Madara raised his head and glanced around to carefully observe the surrounding environment. He found that this place was like the inside of a huge tower, but he was at the very bottom of the tower. A spiral staircase stretched upwards with no end in sight. Madara took a few steps forward and stopped at the edge of the steps without guardrails. He lowered his head and looked down at a pool of boiling blood that was constantly bubbling like a vast ocean, emitting astonishing blazing heat, making the entire enclosed tower look like a crater.
"Why is this place different from what you said before?" Madara looked up at the illusory Kelder floating in mid-air and asked in confusion.
"This Hell Road can be freely transformed according to each person's differences. Even I can't see through the power of God Asura!" Kelder was like a light red ghost that escaped gravity, flying back and forth around Madara and said slowly, "This is to prevent those killing gods who go out from cheating on their own people!"
"So that's the reason!" Madara understood slightly in his heart, and at the same time he couldn't help but admire the builders here for making arrangements for fairness.
"So, it's up to you to get through this level on your own! I can't help!" Kelder shrugged helplessly and said slowly.
"It's just like you helped me before!" Madara's words pierced Kelder's heart without mercy.
"What, don't I still play a supervisory role?" Kelder said confidently as he found that he seemed to have been embarrassed in front of Madara every time he came out. Maybe after too many times, his face was thicker than the city wall.
Suddenly, there was a sound of flapping wings, accompanied by roars and screams, as if something had been awakened. It sounded like there were a lot of them and even formed a black cloud rushing up from below.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.
This is a group of bats whose number is unknown!
Madara pulled out the scythe and War Fan from his back, looked sharply at the group of blood-red bats with blood-red eyes revealing extremely greedy eyes, and was very alert and prepared for battle.
Was it because the breath of living people woke up these guys who had been adults for who knows how long?
While Madara was cautiously testing, the group of bats seemed to be afraid of Madara's tyrannical strength, wandering not far away in front of him, looking for opportunities.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" Finally, these beasts couldn't help their bloodthirsty nature. They squeaked and rushed toward Madara like a tide with their fangs and mouths open.
"What a trouble! Where did the stinky bats come from?" Madara casually flicked his hands and countless Senbon flashed with silver light and shot towards the dark clouds composed of blood-red bats like pear blossoms.
The blood-red bat that was shot screamed and fell from the sky. For a moment, it seemed as if a dark cloud was raining heavily, and it crashed to the ground.
However, there are too many of them. The ninja tools in Madara's hands are simply a drop in the bucket for their huge and terrifying number. In desperation, Madara can only fight and retreat.
While trying to distance yourself from the bat swarm, try to consume as many of them as possible while looking for a way to escape.
This is Madara's obvious shortcoming, which is that he inherited the ninja's characteristics of high attack and low defense. Even if he can hit Titled Douluo hard, he will still be injured if he is hit by Soul Saint's sixth and seventh Soul Skill.
And Fanma, which died in Madara's hands before, can be said to be the nemesis of these gadgets. No matter how many there are, it is still in vain if they cannot break the defense!
This may be the reason why Madara and Fanma have their own strengths in combat!
"No, there are too many of them! It's a pity that we can't use Soul Skill, otherwise we can just solve them all with one Fire Release!" A trace of helplessness flashed in Madara's heart, and he was really at a loss in this situation.
Then, Madara waved his War Fan vigorously, and the huge area protected Madara's entire body, as if he was cleaning up garbage floating in the air. Countless bats fell down like dead leaves with just a flick of the fan.
"There is a cave entrance here. No matter what it is, go in and avoid it!" Madara casually photographed a lot of bats, and hung on his body with his other hand. Several bats that refused to let go were pulled off, crushed and thrown away. When he saw the black Youyou hole in front of him, he rushed straight away without saying anything.
However, a magical scene happened. When Madara entered the cave, the blood-red bats that were chasing him like crazy stopped at the entrance of the cave, as if they were afraid of something and did not dare to cross the thunder pool. They could only howl in vain outside and watch Madara inside.
"Roar!" A roar full of energy came from the cave. At the same time, seven pairs of eyes of different colors in the darkness stared at Madara with undisguised malice. As the ground shook slightly, a huge thing about two feet tall hanging upside down in the cave fell down.
Madara turned his head and looked at the blood-red bats behind him, which had already fled. The entrance to the cave that had been blocked by the bats finally opened, and a Sisi blood-red light came in. "Let me tell you, they are afraid of their ancestors!"
"Roar!" Seeing that Madara ignored it so much, the giant bat, which already had nearly human intelligence, couldn't help but became furious, and let out another deafening roar, even causing a heavy sound wave.
"Hmph!" Madara felt countless sound waves being transmitted, and even his eardrums were shocked and painful. Fortunately, he covered his ears in time, but even so, a muffled groan came out involuntarily.
Madara felt that the sound that penetrated his eardrums disappeared, and then he slowly took his hand away and looked at the blood on it. The calmness on his face gradually turned into a ferocious one. "Although I don't understand what on earth you are talking about?"
It was like a depth charge exploding, and the terrifying murderous aura centered on Madara was released crazily like a deflated balloon. The extremely gloomy aura made people even vaguely feel a few wisps of sinister wind appearing around them, bringing the terrifying whispers of hell ghosts and gods!
Madara looked at the huge bat with seven heads and his eyes flashed with fear and fear. His grin looked extremely ferocious. "But you must mean that you want to die, right? Then I will satisfy you!"
Before Madara could finish his words, the light of the sickle as cold as water was reflected in the eyes of Seven-Headed Bat King, and then a ferocious bat head rose into the sky.
"You have seven heads, do you think I should chop them all off for you?" Madara felt that his head was still buzzing. Even if Kelder called him, he could no longer listen. His disgust for this squeaking seven-headed bat became even deeper.
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Next, the chilling howls of wild beasts echoed throughout the cave, making the blood-red bats that had been hiding far away want to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.