"Squeak, squeak." One of the larger Blood Bats suddenly cried out, and all the remaining Blood Bats immediately began screeching. Their cries were piercing, deeply unpleasant to hear, and even carried a faint, peculiar spiritual power that threatened to drag anyone listening into an isolated illusion at any moment.
Tang Wulin said nothing. His spiritual power rippled slightly, and his figure flickered as he plunged back into the swarm of Blood Bats.
The savage Golden Dragon's Power tore through everything, shredding every Blood Bat. Even the creature known as the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King could offer no resistance against Tang Wulin's ferocious Golden Dragon Claw. He did not even last a second before being utterly torn apart, leaving nothing but corpses strewn across the ground. There was not even a single Spirit Bone or Inner Core. How disappointing.
After brushing past the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King as though he were just something by the roadside, Tang Wulin showed no intention of stopping and continued straight ahead. Every step carried him dozens of meters, as though he were traversing space itself.
The farther he went, the more Tang Wulin felt something was wrong. He remembered that in the original story, Tang San's journey along Hell Road should never have been this long. Yet he had been walking for nearly half an hour and still had not reached the end.
With his strength, getting lost on Hell Road was absolutely impossible. This was not arrogance, but absolute confidence in his own abilities.
Unless he was mistaken, that figure above had probably intervened. Tang Wulin had long known that the Asura God was likely very interested in him. After all, even the Asura Demon Sword had already found its way into his hands.
The Asura Demon Sword was a Super Divine