At the sight of those tens of thousands of Bat Kings flapping their blood-red wings and letting out eerie squeaks,
even Bibi Dong, who had seen much of the world, wore an ugly expression.
It was not because she was afraid. As a woman, she simply loathed creatures like these.
"Don't tell me the Rakshasa God Armor and Rakshasa Demon Scythe are these disgusting bats?"
"Of course not, but they're certainly connected!"
As Zhao Su spoke, a ball of flame appeared in his hand, and he hurled it into the swarm.
The tens of thousands of Bat Kings immediately let out agonized shrieks as the flames consumed them.
Finally, an intense red glow radiated from their bodies.
Within that red light, a powerful aura of death emerged.
Soon, a scythe gleaming with cold light appeared in midair.
The scythe was pitch-black, yet covered in patterns resembling threads of blood.
Clang!
The aura of death surrounding the scythe grew stronger, and then it swiftly split into eight.
They formed a strange pattern.
Symbols flickered across that pattern, releasing waves of killing intent.
Then a tall figure appeared above the pattern, clad in black armor, with a head of red hair and an indistinct face.
The eight Rakshasa Demon Scythes attached themselves to the black armor on the figure's body.
The moment the pattern shattered, the figure stepped forward, took a Demon Scythe in his hand, and slashed at Bibi Dong.
Without the slightest hesitation, Bibi Dong instantly fused with her first martial soul, the Death Spider Emperor, blocking the Demon Scythe and its powerful killing intent.
"Are you the one undertaking my ninth trial?"
The figure opened his eyes. His blood-red gaze settled on Bibi Dong, his voice utterly devoid of emotion.
Nothing could be sensed from this figure except an