Chapter 392: The legend of Kasluopa
Baru's method of clearing the area was simple and brutal.
He did not actually need to run back and forth. Instead, he stimulated the growth of demonized plants with unusual fragrances in several locations.
Then he concealed his aura and waited for all kinds of demons to be drawn in, slaughtering them once enough had gathered.
After several rounds, corpses littered the ground around the trap thorn vines. Those that subsequently recognized the danger and stayed away were naturally more intelligent demons, or even magic beings.
By extending his senses as he moved at high speed, he could bypass the once-dense swarms of "small fry" nearby, pinpoint those demons, and kill them.
He still had work to do in the Nineteenth Organization Department. Although being in charge of its Los Angeles branch gave him some freedom, the current situation did not allow him to stay away for too long.
After two hours of frenzied slaughter, Baru decided to stop. In truth, he could no longer find any densely concentrated targets within his sensory range.
His clothes remained completely clean. The powerful soul aura coating his body alone kept even a speck of dust from settling on him.
The black beetle, whose true body was at least thirty meters long, was no insignificant creature. At the very least, it was a magic-wielding existence that had genuinely undergone spiritualization.
Given the current depth of contact between the worlds in San Francisco, it could be considered the most powerful demon capable of crossing over.
It had already been wary of the species called humans in this world, but what it feared was not their own strength. It was their seemingly miraculous technology.
Their creations used neither magic power nor magic script technology, yet unleashed terrifying destructive power.