Dozens of arrows flew toward Han Shuo like driving rain, whistling sharply through the air. But before they could reach him, the deadly mass of red light already formed in his hand flew out once again.
Another thirty percent of his Demonic Essence poured into the Demon-Slaying Edge. Having absorbed that power, the weapon let out howls of boundless hatred. The fresh souls it had just absorbed still clung to their last attachment to life, releasing towering resentment at their fate.
But the bandits' souls, tightly bound within the Demon-Slaying Edge, could never escape its eternal imprisonment. Their hateful resentment instead fueled the power of Bloodlight Myriad Blades Slash, and a brilliant burst of firework-like light bloomed in bewitching colors.
Flying free of Han Shuo's hand, the Demon-Slaying Edge once again spun into a blood-red sun bristling with barbs. Before any of the arrows could approach him, they were shredded by the weapon driven by Bloodlight Myriad Blades Slash. Its power undiminished, the Demon-Slaying Edge traced a dazzling, graceful arc through the sky amid endless howls of hatred and towering murderous energy, descending straight toward Fas and his men.
"No! Chief, retreat!" Beside Fas, the bandit cried out in alarm, then wheeled his warhorse around and fled like a beaten dog.
Seeing his subordinate flee in panic, Fas had been about to curse him when he suddenly recalled the gruesome scene left in the bloodlight's wake. An involuntary shudder ran through him. Not daring to stay and play the hero, he too reined his warhorse around and fled.
The dazzling bloodlight churned as it descended, like a vicious specter claiming lives, shredding everyone it touched. Five or six minor bandit leaders were the first to be pulverized. Under Han Shuo's control, the Demon-Slaying Edge churned through the air with shrill