A narrow, slender path less than half a foot wide, barely broad enough for both feet to stand side by side, led into unknown darkness. Qian Renhan did not use the wings behind him. His feet stepped steadily along the path, his Mental Power highly focused. He felt no fear whatsoever because of the unknown abyss below. Holding the Dark Holy Sword, he slowly walked toward the unknown darkness as though taking a leisurely stroll.
The scorching temperature of Hell Road had no effect whatsoever against the chilling attribute of Qian Renhan's Fallen Angel Martial Soul, nor did it make him feel dizzy in the slightest.
After walking nearly three hundred meters, Qian Renhan's ears twitched. A buzzing sound rose from not far ahead. In just a moment, the buzzing grew louder and louder. Vaguely, he could see red shadows rapidly approaching. As they drew closer, the red shadows merged into a great mass. The creatures flying toward him were not one or two, but a swarm—at least a thousand of them.
They were blood-red bats, like miniature versions of the blood-patterned creature left on the floor of the Hell Slaughter Arena. Each Blood Bat was about a foot long, but its enormous wingspan exceeded a meter. Sharp fangs protruded from their mouths.
Qian Renhan, a Fallen One with extensive experience in brutal combat, had no idea how many thousands of people he had killed. Why would he care about a thousand bats?
Qian Renhan neither swung his sword nor stopped walking. Soul Power simply erupted from his body, black Soul Power transforming into tiny Sword Qi that circled around him and formed a protective barrier.
Even if the bats possessed Ultrasonic Wave abilities that allowed them to automatically avoid obstacles ahead, they could do nothing against the irregular, minuscule,