Chapter 859: Blood Bathing Empyrean Peak

Back at the Empyrean Peak, Han Shuo committed a massacre against Salas' followers. Han Shuo had simultaneously unleashed Pearls of Annihilation, Cyan Demon Blaze, Toxin Dragon Net, Green Hypergolic Dust, Banner of Hallucination, and other deadly demonic weapons. The thousands of screaming and wailing demon generals swarmed around the mountaintop, targeting the midgod experts. Cold winds began to blow heavily on Empyrean Peak as dark clouds formed.

The seventeen flying swords were also used against the true experts. Inside the Hybrid Domain of Divinity , the Orbs of Destruction imbued with the elements of death were brought to life by Han Shuo. They travelled to the areas where the experts were most densely gathered before detonating, blasting the followers of Salas off the Empyrean Peak.

As Han Shuo attacked with all his might, using all his demonic weapons, he finally realised how deadly he truly was. The Pearls of Annihilation and other sinister demonic weapons Han Shuo had created were incredibly effective against large groups of experts.

It had only been a few moments ago that Han Shuo had mastered Souls Emanation, but he had put his newfound skill to use. The terrifying explosions of the Orbs of Destruction sounded like a catchy beat all around Han Shuo. Limbs, organs and heads from mutilated, shredded and charred bodies were scattered all over the mountain.

The Empyrean Peak was transformed into a scene of carnage, with more than two hundred gods slaughtered in no time. The killing intent, undying resentment, and negative energies of those perished souls were collected by the seventeen flying swords. The killing intent aura emanating from the flying swords became so intense that the minds of their targets would freeze in fear before the flying swords even reached them. They would forget to put up any defences and would be directly penetrated by the flying swords, losing their lives instantly.

Inside the Cauldron of the Myriad Demon , the Cauldron Spirit cheered excitedly as it collected divine souls. He was incredibly elated to have collected over two hundred divine souls in a matter of moments. Cauldron Spirit also did his best to control the demon generals, attacking Salas' followers in swarms.

Even though the disciples eventually found a way to defend themselves against the Demon Generals, it was still no use against hundreds of Demon Generals attacking at the same time. Even the gods who cultivated in the energy of fire and lightning were swallowed up by the demon generals in an instant.

The Empyrean Peak had simply become a extermination camp. Miserable screams and wails continued to play loudly like a soundtrack. Salas had seventeen direct disciples, all of whom possessed Late-stage Highgod strength, and yet these Highgods were powerless against the multitude of Han Shuo's attacks. They could not even join hands against Han Shuo as he was as elusive as the wind.

Han Shuo laughed maniacally as he slaughtered them. His eyes were gradually turning dark red, reflecting his wild and uncontrolled mind. A thick layer of killing intent and a sinister aura slowly accumulated around Han Shuo and lingered around him like a fog. All the negative energies that had been generated by his victims at the moment they were killed had somehow congealed around him!

By now, there were no thoughts left in Han Shuo's mind other than killing. He would indiscriminately kill any living thing that appeared in front of him. He had fallen into a Demonic Trance!

Although Han Shuo was supposed to have full control of his mind after entering the Omen Realm, he had somehow lost control of his consciousness soon after he began his killing spree. It happened quite naturally and unconsciously.

Although Han Shuo had lost all self-control and gone berserk at that moment, he still knew when and how to use every demonic technique. Han Shuo had become a killing machine programmed with one goal - to end all living things!

Han Shuo only grew wilder as time went on. His eyes glowed with the dark red light that craved destruction. He no longer tried to avoid attacks, but allowed them to land on his body. The Invincible Omen Body automatically defended against the attacks, preventing his demonic body from taking any damage.

Han Shuo was undoubtedly threatening at this moment. He did not show the slightest hint of pity or hesitation. From his malevolent appearance, it seemed as if he would not stop until every living thing had been slaughtered.

One by one, he ripped the godly experts to shreds with his hands, before annihilating their divine souls by shooting a faint glow from his hands. Although the barrage of attacks had not left a scratch on Han Shuo's demonic body, his clothes had been almost completely vaporised. Almost every inch of his body was exposed, his magnificent muscles on full display. The thick green veins wriggling beneath his skin were also clearly visible.

Han Shuo was like a demon god sent to bring about Armageddon. Every blow he struck was unstoppable, and no one had managed to survive a blow from him. Three Late-stage Highgod Earth Energy cultivators joined forces to defend themselves against Han Shuo. Earth Energy cultivators were known to have the greatest defensive power. And yet, the three Late-stage Earth Highgods were turned into pancakes by a single blow from Han Shuo.

On Empyrean Peak, at least for the time being, Han Shuo was invincible!

"Why hasn't Lord Salas arrived yet? We can't stop this madman!" shouted one of Salas' followers as he retreated in fear.

"Perhaps we should temporarily evacuate the Empyrean Peak. If not, I'm afraid we'll never see Lord Salas again," said another in a pained and helpless voice.

"Who is this guy? Since when did the Fringe have such a crazy, scary guy?"

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It was clear from the voices of these experts that they were genuinely frightened!

Then, suddenly, the sky erupted in a rapid series of explosions. A bolt of lightning several times brighter than the sun struck the previously invincible Han Shuo.

Han Shuo's magnificent naked body began to shake violently, his hair stiffening as he stood upright. This, combined with his dark red eyes and sinister expression, only made him look more terrifying.

No longer aimlessly chasing after those puny figures fleeing in disarray, Han Shuo raised his head to gaze at the three metre tall, bulky Salas that had just arrived. Although his eyes were still dark red, Han Shuo had regained his senses the moment he was struck by the lightning.

Han Shuo immediately realised that he had inexplicably gone completely berserk. When he was in a demonic trance, not only could he put himself in great danger, he could even kill his own friends if they were present!

However, there was another state of demonic trance in which Han Shuo could still have some self-control. Although he would not be as calm as he usually was, he could at least stop himself from killing his own people. This was the last technique of the Nine Change Realm - Omen Change - that he had mastered. This was the state Han Shuo was currently in.

Han Shuo managed to readjust his mind very quickly. While suppressing the explosive urge to massacre, he stared at Salas with his murderous eyes and asked viciously, "Salas?"

The muscles in Salas's face twitched in rage. It was clear from the bodies and shattered energy towers what Han Shuo had done. In all the years he had ruled as one of the Five Sovereigns of the Fringe, no one had ever committed such an outrageous act on his Empyrean Peak.

Even Sovereign Tyre, the Sovereign with the greatest power, had never attacked the common gods of Empyrean Peak. That was the unspoken agreement between the Five Sovereigns!

But today, Empyrean Peak, which represented the power and sovereignty of Salas, was nearly destroyed, with more than four hundred of his followers slaughtered. This was an insult that Salas had never suffered in the tens of thousands of years he had lived!

Salas' blood was so hot that it nearly fried his brain. He breathed heavily for three seconds as he looked around his devastated Empyrean Peak. The scene of carnage made him even more determined to incinerate Han Shuo.

Salas did not waste a word. He did not even ask Han Shuo about his heritage. After three seconds of silence, he transformed. Thick electric kites wrapped themselves around him from head to toe before hurling themselves at Han Shuo from the sky.

The moment Salas moved, the entire sky was filled with the sound of thunder The deafening thunderclaps carried bizarre energy fluctuations that targeted Han Shuo alone. Immediately after, the space around him exploded violently. It was as if the thunderbolts were always around him, but were only detonated after the sound waves arrived.

The explosive roar of the thunderbolts targeted his ears and soul, while their explosive power targeted his body. Once struck, a thunderbolt of such power could kill any Highgod instantly. In fact, the thunderbolt alone would directly shatter a Highgod's divine soul.

However, Han Shuo's demonic body was nothing like the divine body of an average Highgod. The deafening thunderclap that shot into Han Shuo's consciousness through his ears had only made him dizzy for a moment. The violent explosions that bombarded Han Shuo had automatically and instantly activated the Invincible Omen Body.

After the thunder had passed, Han Shuo had a new skin colour and his body was smoking. However, he still stood upright on the ground.

The enormous explosive power of the lightning bombardment had been stopped by his Invincible Omen Body. However, the attacks of an Overgod wouldn't be that easy. Tiny threads of lightning energy had managed to enter Han Shuo's demonic body at that moment. This lightning energy also possessed self-awareness. After entering Han Shuo's body, they discussed and decided to charge towards Han Shuo's brain in order to blow up his soul.

The threads of lightning energy also possessed explosive power. They planned to explode after reaching Han Shuo's soul.

Han Shuo understood that the divine souls of the gods in this universe were not as miraculous as the consciousness of a demonic art cultivator. If even the slightest amount of energy managed to penetrate the expert's skin and find its way to the expert's brain area, a tiny explosion could shatter their consciousness or even annihilate their divine soul.

If it had been a Highgod who had suffered such an attack from Salas, it would have meant instant death.

However, for a master of the demonic arts like Han Shuo, this insignificant trick could do him no harm. With a thought in his mind, demonic yuan rapidly circulated in his body. The lightning energies that entered his body were located and intercepted. Han Shuo destroyed them before they could reach his brain area.

Han Shuo raised his head and saw that the thunderbolt-covered Salas had just arrived in front of him.

He flashed a fanatical, diabolical grin and shot into the sky, straight at Salas. He spread his arms, clenched his fists and hurled them forward. The extremely powerful killing intent that lingered around him transformed into two long, dark dragons that charged wildly at Salas.