As soon as the two five-horned aliens landed, Han Shuo felt a crushing pressure rush toward him. One of them rose into the air and flew toward him, all five horns on his head shooting out jade-green light. From a distance, the horns looked like five pieces of green jade.
Before Han Shuo could react, he suddenly felt five mysterious forces stab into his Divine Sense. Those five forces were like sharp awls, immediately bringing him an indescribable stabbing pain.
His Divine Sense felt as though it had suffered a heavy blow!
The spinning Heavenly Demon blades on Han Shuo's hands suddenly paused. The seven four-horned aliens who had kept him surrounded swiftly closed in, their horns likewise shining with jade-green light. In an instant, twenty-eight mysterious forces surged madly into Han Shuo's Divine Sense, adding another twenty-eight somewhat weaker soul attacks within it.
His head felt as though it would split!
That was the most immediate sensation. The excruciating pain even caused Han Shuo a brief spell of dizziness and hallucinations. This mysterious method of soul attack was simple, yet it inflicted pain like blades churning through his mind.
Years of practicing the Demonic Cultivation Art had brought Han Shuo's tolerance for and adaptation to pain to an abnormal level. The Demonic Cultivation Art had evolved his soul into a high-level Divine Sense, giving it resilience and extraordinary qualities beyond an ordinary person's imagination.
His habitual, obsessive tempering and honing of his body, and the agonizing torment that ordinary people could not endure, meant that when the stabbing pain suddenly erupted in his mind, the dizziness it immediately caused lasted only two seconds!
Two seconds later, the Natal Blood Essence within his Demonic Nascent Soul suddenly boiled, and Han Shuo's Divine Sense instantly gained boundless power.
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