Perhaps it was because of the domain suppression here?
Before Meng Chen could figure out why, more bats swarmed forward, filling the gaps left by those that had fallen from the front ranks.
He could only draw his divine whip. The lash kept retracting and snapping out through the air, each strike taking out a batch of bats, yet their numbers seemed never to decrease.
Bats filled every direction.
If someone had been watching from outside, they would have seen Meng Chen surrounded by bats three layers deep inside and out, like a cage.
Meng Chen began flying forward while swinging his whip. The bats moved with him, maintaining their encirclement.
The bats kept falling, filling the gaps, then falling again, then filling them again. The air was thick with a burnt smell mingled with the fishy stench emitted by the bat swarm itself, forming a complicated odor that was difficult to describe accurately.
With so many bats, even Meng Chen felt tired from swinging his whip. He could only hate himself for staying in Slaughter City for so long without training his powerful arm.
Just as Meng Chen was growing weary of killing, the bat swarm suddenly scattered. Instead of gathering toward him, they spread to either side of his flight path, clearing a passage.
Meng Chen slowed and hovered in midair, his gaze following the passage ahead.
The bats had not done this out of kindness or fear.
At the end of the passage, Meng Chen saw a giant bat whose entire body was dark gold. Its most eye-catching feature was its three heads.
The Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King.
The first obstacle on Hell Road in the original story.
Meng Chen remembered that as long as one of its heads remained undestroyed, it could regenerate by devouring