The power emanating from the pitch-black magic robe, which Han Shuo had been unable to shake off, retreated into the robe like a tide once his Death-System Base God soul touched it.
The next moment, the strange Death Element barriers emanating from the magic robe vanished instantly. The pitch-black magic robe was still in Han Shuo's hand, but now it posed no threat whatsoever. With a stir of his Divine Sense, he met no resistance as the three Death Element divine crystals and the pitch-black magic robe all entered the Spatial Ring on his hand.
Han Shuo had no time to ponder the strange occurrence, nor did he confront Gorandel as he swept toward him. The instant he secured the items, he stopped lingering, spotted an opening, and prepared to retreat.
"You killed three of my Shadow Generals. You've got some nerve, boy!" Gorandel barked coldly. His body floated over like a great aquatic monster, and several soft tentacles on his cheeks suddenly shot out like arrows, stabbing straight toward Han Shuo's spine. As the distance between them shrank, the freezing chill penetrating Han Shuo's Divine Sense grew even stronger!
With a cold snort, Han Shuo smoothly shifted his Divine Sense as he flew backward. No longer needing to divide his attention over the pitch-black magic robe, he easily evaded Gorandel's attack on his Divine Sense.
Even when it seemed he could no longer dodge the tentacles shooting from Gorandel's cheeks, Han Shuo showed no panic. An uncanny light flashed, and the Demon-Slaying Edge shot from his palm. Destruction Power mingled with the shrieks of ten thousand souls, forming a terrifying curtain of light that enveloped every tentacle Gorandel had launched.
Crack! Crack!
Within the curtain of light, strange noises rang out, piercing and loud. Every tentacle shot from Gorandel's