The moment the Bloodlust Banner appeared, hundreds of Abyss demons shrouded in its blood mist burst apart and died, one after another.
Even the Abyss demon that resembled a fleshy tumor and seemed to be their leader could not withstand the Bloodlust Banner's influence. It exploded with a thunderous crash, spraying foul-smelling, sickly green blood across a vast area like a shower of scattered flowers.
Its blood was fiercely corrosive as well. Farther away, Abyss demons splashed by the flying green blood slowly melted into rotten flesh amid wisps of smoke. Dozens of Abyss demons of different sizes and shapes died from its corrosive blood, not a single one escaping.
It really was their leader. Even in death, it had to take a few others with it. As Han Shuo entertained this vicious thought, he continued controlling the Bloodlust Banner, sending it toward the denser masses of Abyss demons farther away.
Clearly, these cruel, bloodthirsty Abyss demons had learned fear in the face of the Bloodlust Banner's appalling slaughter. The demons that had feared no death actually retreated silently in unison as the banner advanced.
With the Bloodlust Banner clearing the way, a broad stretch of empty space suddenly opened before Han Shuo. To his surprise, the corpses of the Abyss demons killed by the banner seemed unable to remain on the white clouds. They sank as though drowning. He had no idea what sort of horrifying scene lay beneath those strange white clouds.
Ever since entering this peculiar space, Han Shuo had noticed that the bodies of the Golden Dragon and Titan Giant killed here earlier were not on the white clouds. He had initially thought the Abyss demons had divided them up and eaten them. Now it seemed they, too, must have fallen beneath the clouds after being