Had he not been absolutely confident, Han Shuo would never have dared send his demonic nascent soul out of his body to resist Yelus's dark vortex. After all, his demonic nascent soul and divine sense were the foundations of his existence. If anything happened to either of them, he would be in serious trouble.
The divine sense and demon heads filling the sky converged, and Han Shuo took form once more. Wallace, who had been preparing to destroy Han Shuo's Main Body, was crushed to pieces by his powerful grasp.
With a thought, the demon-transformed Han Shuo opened his mouth and sucked Wallace's divine soul straight into his belly, intending to refine it into a demon head inside the Myriad Demon Cauldron once matters here were settled.
This series of changes happened in the blink of an eye. Before Yelus, Blackwater, Blackstone, and the others could react, Wallace had already died a gruesome death at Han Shuo's hands.
"How could this happen?" For the first time, panic appeared on Yelus's face. In his understanding, once a divine soul was shredded, its owner was dead. The destruction of a divine soul was even more final than the explosion of a divine body. A deity who lost their divine soul would surely vanish from existence.
He had never imagined that the Demonic Cultivation Art Han Shuo practiced could divide his divine sense into countless strands, gathering them into a soul with a thought or scattering them into wisps of thought and memory with another. Such wondrous supernatural transformations were naturally something the deities of the Continent of the Gods could never understand.
"Hahaha! Now that all the barriers are gone, let's see how you stop me!" The demon-transformed Han Shuo threw back his head and laughed wildly. He stamped down hard, making