Almost in the blink of an eye, the army brought by the Ironwood Sect had vanished into smoke and ashes in Huo Hai's hands. The God-Devouring Gourd was simply too terrifying. So long as one was not a Spirit God, one would fear it greatly.
Most importantly, once someone mastered the method of using it, anyone could unleash most of its power. It was unlike a weapon that only its owner could use. If it fell into enemy hands, the members of any faction without a Spirit God overseeing it would surely be unable to sit or stand at ease. Fortunately, to a Top-Tier Sect, this was not much of an issue.
Huo Hai was certain that if he dared use this against a sect like the Ghost Medicine Sect, their Spirit Gods would destroy it at the first possible moment. Perhaps they would not even need a Spirit God to act; they would have special methods of their own.
The reason the God-Devouring Gourd could exert such tremendous effect was largely not because of the God-Devouring Mist itself, but because of Little Cloud. Huo Hai had not allowed Little Cloud to participate in battle for a long time, precisely because Little Cloud was not particularly adept at fighting.
Little Cloud was better at bullying large numbers of enemies weaker than himself than dealing with those stronger than himself. Now, even clouds and mist such as the God-Devouring Mist could be controlled by Little Cloud. That was the true reason the God-Devouring Mist could spread through the surroundings in such a short time and envelop all the enemies. No one else could have done it.
"Huo Hai, you will die today." The Ironwood Sect experts around them finally came to their senses. The leader's eyes had turned bloodshot. Who could