CHAPTER 513: One Man Against An Army

Strange and unfamiliar creatures stretched as far as the eye could see. These monstrosities bore fangs and flailing claws as they threw themselves relentlessly at him.

Demons of all shapes and sizes inhabited the abyss, the largest standing tens of metres tall and the smallest the size of a palm. They came in all colours, each one grotesque and terrifying, and a pungent liquid flowed from their mouths, which were lined with rows of razor teeth.

Their breath was equally foul, and some of the demons were oozing a kind of sticky pus from their bodies. It was the stuff of science fiction movies, not real life. They were ugly, grotesque and disgusting. They aroused an instinctive hatred in him that made him itch to exterminate them all.

A huge abyssal demon, over ten metres tall, stood in front of Han Shuo. It looked like a giant cyst. It's grotesque body was oozing pus and bulging as if tiny demon worms had wriggled their way through to the surface. It had a single green eye that looked rather sinister.

Thousands of smaller bug-sized demons spewed a caustic mist as they swarmed around Han Shuo. Their sharp, tiny teeth squeaked as they crashed into each other. The sight, and especially the screeching sound, was chilling to the bone as hordes of them descended like locusts at harvest time.

The place was bizarre, grey and empty; it was alien. It was unlike anything Han Shuo had ever imagined. He stood on the path that led to the Profound Continent. At his sides, shooting stars zoomed past, leaving streaks of dazzling yellow light in their wake. He looked around but could not quite confirm his position. Ahead of him was a swarm of countless Any Seal Demons, and he could sense that there were even more behind them in the door-shaped passageway. Apart from that, there were only blurry grey scenes and beams of powerful, brilliant light shooting past.

Squeak... screech... chatter...

The abyssal demons let out strange cries that Han Shuo could not understand. They swarmed around Han Shuo the moment he appeared, almost immediately showering the ground with poison. Their vivid poisons were like paint, and the demons were the painters, trying to paint a gruesome picture of decay and abstraction on Han Shuo's body.

Han Shuo had faith in his body's ability to regenerate and its durability, but he still did not want to taste the poison. It reeked of the strongest of acids and was capable of causing paralysis.

Then he realised why the golden dragon and the titan had been reduced so quickly to nothing more than shattered, blood-soaked corpses. With so many Abyssal Demons producing so much venom, it would have been impossible to evade them, given their mammoth size.

The colossal stature of the Golden Dragon and the Titan was ultimately the catalyst for their downfall. They were little more than a net for any attack that came their way.

Only the demigods were able to form barriers strong enough to defend their bodies. Both the Golden Dragon and the Titan had extremely tough bodies, but even the toughest of bodies were bound to be corroded and torn apart when drenched in hundreds of jets of poison.

Even though Han Shuo's body was tougher than theirs, he did not dare to take the risk of enduring the poison blasts and activated a protective shield. A dark, hazy armour instantly enveloped Han Shuo.

Hundreds of jets of poison shot out, all deflected by a shield as thin as an insect's wing. Faint traces of smoke rose from Han Shuo's barrier, complementing his figure and providing a sharp contrast to the foul abyssal demons surrounding him.

"What powerful venom!" Han Shuo exclaimed.

With Han Shuo's prowess in the demonic arts and the support of powerful demonic yuan, once his protective barrier was cast, it would be impenetrable. As long as Han Shuo had enough Demonic Yuan to maintain the shield, it would theoretically never fail to protect him from all physical and magical attacks.

Of course, once the opponent's attack power exceeded what the shield could withstand, it would still shatter. However, these poisons did not seem to have that much power in them. In this case, a protective shield made entirely of demonic yuan and an extraordinary secret technique was the perfect defence against them.

However, the smoke emitted showed just how powerful the poison really was after it had even affected the barrier. Han Shuo noticed that when the poison came into contact with his barrier, his Demonic Yuan was drained at a significantly higher rate.

Squeak... screech... chatter...

The Abyssal Demons seemed quite fascinated. After a round of collective poison spraying, they all stopped in unison and began to communicate with each other in a way that Han Shuo could not understand.

They had quickly dispatched the Golden Dragon and the Titan, greedy and cruel as they prepared to break through the interplanar passageway ahead. But once again, they found themselves facing a new challenger. From its diminutive size, they had assumed that they would easily be able to fend off the threat, but their undefeated venom attack had actually been deflected, much to their surprise.

The Abyssal Demons all paused and began a cacophonous round of discussion. Then, led by the giant pus-covered cyst-like demon facing Han Shuo, they flew at him once more in a frenzy. This time, not only did they continue to spew poison, but they also made barbaric attempts to break through Han Shuo's shield with their rows of razor teeth.

If such mad, savage creatures were allowed to set foot on the Profound Continent, all of its inhabitants would be devoured. Han Shuo looked at the abyssal demons swarming towards him and made a decision.

The skeleton staff suddenly appeared in Han Shuo's hand and he stared at the screeching demons lunging at him with eyes aflame. He quickly began to chant incantations. First, several rows of bone spears flew outwards, then the necromancers' signature Boundary of Fear and Boundary of Weakness suddenly enveloped the entire space.

All physical worlds with living beings could not escape the fate of death, not even the cruel, vicious demons of the Abyss. As long as there was death in a physical world, there would be the element of death. As such, the necromancy magic that used the element of death to launch attacks continued to work at full power.

The skeletal staff was undoubtedly unstoppable. Using it to cast necromancy spells would double the power of an ordinary necromancy spell. It was only with the help of the skeletal staff that the Boundaries of Fear and Weakness were able to contain all the Abyssal Demons.

With the Boundaries of Fear and Weakness working as they should, all the Abyssal Demons suffered the effects. Their ferocious attack speed on Han Shuo suddenly became sluggish, their minds filled with fear of him, and their murderous eyes now showed signs of terror.

The bone spears made whooshing sounds as they flew through the air, impaling many smaller, weaker abyssal demons. Green, red, beige and brown blood spurted from their bodies. Some of the larger demons were covered in bone spears, uttering screams that would send shivers down any listener's spine.

Row after row of bone spears shot out like rain, intercepting hundreds upon thousands of Abyssal Demons. In this space of time, Han Shuo once again chanted necromancy spells, preparing to summon a vast army of undead to his aid.

And yet, when the incantation ended, there were no armies of undead creatures in front of Han Shuo. Not a single rotting limb.

Han Shuo was stunned. At first, he thought he had made a mistake with the incantation, so he chanted it again, waving his skeleton staff in precise movements.

But it was the same. Not a single undead creature appeared!

Han Shuo could not help but feel a chill in his heart. His first reaction was to use the connection he always had with Little Skeleton to contact him. Strangely enough, he could not sense the Little Skeleton's presence at all, and had no way of locating the Netherworld.

Is it not possible to summon the undead in this space? Han Shuo scanned his surroundings carefully, and all he could see were streaks of light from shooting stars and a dull grey abyss.

There was no physical ground beneath his feet, only white mist. In the Profound Continent, a blanket of water vapour could not possibly support any weight. Yet Han Shuo was definitely standing on it, and he could feel the solidity of the substance beneath him. In front of him, dense swarms of abyssal demons had blocked his view. Behind him was an interplanar passage leading to the Profound Continent. Apart from that, there was only the scene of grey, as if he was standing in the infinite space of the vast universe.

It seemed that this space was also affected by the space-time discontinuity, both time and space were completely out of whack, and there were no exact coordinates to navigate this region. Therefore, he could not use necromancy to communicate with the netherworld, and it naturally meant that he could not summon creatures from the netherworld.

Observing his surroundings, Han Shuo quickly came to a conclusion.

Looking ahead, the tens of thousands of Abyssal Demons were rather sluggish under the effects of the Boundaries of Fear and Weakness. However, after a while, they managed to adapt and resumed their movements, albeit much slower than before, and charged towards Han Shuo with determination.

"Hmph!" Han Shuo was unfazed. Even if he could not use any of his necromancy magic, he still had his real life insurance - the Demonic Arts.

Unlike necromancy, which required the presence of the element of death, with demonic arts, all of Han Shuo's power was contained within his body. No matter what plane he was at, no matter if the element of death was present, the demonic power within his body would never be affected in the slightest by environmental factors.

Han Shuo was quite pleased with himself for his earlier decision. He had always firmly believed in making demonic arts his core and vital cultivation. Had he not done so, he would have been at a great disadvantage in this space where he was unable to summon large armies of undead.

"Come at me, you rotten, filthy creatures of the abyss!" He could care less if the demons could even understand him. Han Shuo smiled sinisterly as he slowly pulled the Blood Seether from his space ring and floated out with a wave of his arm.

As soon as the Blood Seether was outside, a thick bloody mist began to flow from within, along with a strange, sinister energy that was slowly released from the Blood Seether through the bloody mist. Wherever it passed, the bodies of the Abyssal Demons that had been obscured by the bloody mist suddenly bulged, and their already slow pace slowed even further.

The Blood Seether was a demonic weapon made for massacre that Han Shuo had spent a great deal of time forging. As long as a creature had blood in its body and was within the attack range of the Blood Seether, it would be affected. These interplanar abyssal demons, despite the distinct colour of their blood, were still within the reach of the Blood Seether.

Wherever the Blood Seether passed, the path and speed of the Abyssal Demons' blood flow would change drastically. He could see their blood writhing on their bodies like tapeworms, and their already grotesque appearance became even more hideous.

The Blood Seether altered the speed and direction of the blood in their bodies. Under the rapid clashing and swirling of their own blood, their bones would begin to crackle and break until the swirling blood reached an alarming speed. Then, as the abyssal demons' bodies reached their limits, their bodies would violently give way.

As the first Abyssal Demon exploded, the others would become less and less able to withstand the power of the Blood Seether. Their bodies would swell until they finally burst open, spilling every shade of red everywhere.

Gradually, all of the Abyssal Demons enveloped by the Bloody Mist blew apart and died from the power of their own blood swirling around them. As Han Shuo watched the spectacular results of the Bloody Mist, he wondered if he should refine more of such a unique demonic weapon. Han Shuo had to admit that the destructive power of such a unique demonic weapon was extremely satisfying.

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