The Seventeen Flying Swords wheeled through the air, weaving clouds of bloody mist across the area. The remaining Godhunters who had yet to escape died horribly beneath their merciless slaughter, soon reduced to chunks of flesh.
Wisps of faint gray smoke drifted from their corpses and were sucked into the Myriad Demon Cauldron hovering in midair, making its dark radiance grow ever stronger.
With a beckoning gesture, Han Shuo summoned the Myriad Demon Cauldron and the Seventeen Flying Swords. They flew toward him together and vanished into his body.
Whoosh!
Vasias came to a stop beside Han Shuo. Glancing at the area that had just erupted with strange light, he asked in confusion, "Where are Dennis and the others? What exactly happened just now?" He could tell that Han Shuo must have used the flying swords and the Myriad Demon Cauldron to tamper with the spatial passage Dennis had torn open. Otherwise, Dennis would not have scrambled to crawl out at the end, much less let out such a bloodcurdling scream.
Han Shuo smiled easily. "Dennis wanted to take his men away through a spatial passage. Little did he know that when he tore open those spatial rifts, I secretly tampered with several spatial points and altered the passage's configuration. Once Dennis and the others entered the spatial passage and realized something was wrong, naturally they were frightened..."
Before the Seventeen Flying Swords slowed for those one or two seconds, Han Shuo had already thought of a way to deal with Dennis and the others. The swords' delay was merely a tactic, intended to make Dennis mistakenly believe he had let his guard down so that Dennis would construct the spatial rift.
Han Shuo had spent a long time thinking earlier, but he had kept circling around the question of