Cyclops and Gorandel walked toward Han Shuo with slow but steady steps, watching Manticore and Leviathan out of the corners of their eyes all the while, cautiously guarding against the sudden onset of unknown dangers.
With matters having come to this, Han Shuo could not retreat. He could only fight to the death. Whether he could preserve his Death Element External Incarnation depended on whether he could withstand the two Demon Kings' attacks.
Meteor Showers and Spatial Blades still raged around him, and brilliant curtains of light blossomed endlessly at his side. There in that valley in the Abyss, Han Shuo held his breath and focused, his attention completely concentrated as he gripped the Demon-Slaying Edge and calmly waited for the two Demon Kings to strike.
As they approached step by step, the two Demon Kings, Cyclops and Gorandel, looked relaxed and at ease, as though they did not take Han Shuo seriously at all. Han Shuo understood that they were approaching so slowly because they feared Manticore and Leviathan. They were not actually very concerned about him, an enemy whose strength they did not know.
Just as they were about to reach Han Shuo, Cyclops gave Gorandel a meaningful glance. In an instant, the two slow-moving men accelerated sharply and lunged at Han Shuo.
Both were Lower Gods, and all their divine power was concentrated within their limbs. Two strange lights flashed and vanished, and they were already directly in front of Han Shuo.
The Demon-Slaying Edge blazed with light and transformed into another Han Shuo in an instant. World-destroying, savage power erupted, and a mass of boundless, pitch-black, sinister Evil Light engulfed the entire area.
The two Demon Kings were too fast. By the time the Demon-Slaying Edge transformed and produced those masses of black light, they had