CHAPTER 215: A Frenzied Slaughter

Cultivators could easily become violent and angry in the Bloodlust Realm. The wonders of this realm could only be comprehended in the midst of a bloodthirsty battle, and only through such slaughter could a cultivator better understand himself. Continued slaughter was the quickest way to break through this realm.

However, it was extremely easy for a cultivator to fall into the wrong path during the slaughter. It was incredibly difficult for a cultivator to regain his sanity once he accidentally lost it, and he would become a crazed monster who only knew how to commit mass slaughter. Therefore, it was very difficult to exercise self-control in this realm. Slaughter was the fastest way to ascend from it, but it was also a one-way street.

As Han Shuo flew down from the cliff, his hatred for Florida increased infinitely, including his anger towards the archer Maxine who'd almost dealt a fatal blow to Emily. His normally calm heart began to beat much faster than usual, and the magical yuan filled the demon infant with a thriving life force.

Once the demon infant had absorbed the pure power of the soul held within the purple demon eye, it would help Han Shuo break his stalemate in the True Demon Realm. When he had reached the Bloodlust Realm, although he still occasionally had the thought of rampaging around killing everything in sight, his power had indeed taken a leap forward.

An inky black shadow descended from the sky amidst great rumbling noises. There was a thick sense of killing intent that no one could ignore. When the panicked Rainbow Sickle mercenaries, who were gathering their men and horses to respond to Edwin and Belinda's threat, discovered the anomalies in the sky, they sent arrows, spears and javelins howling with lightning into the sky.

But none of the dozen or so attacks could get close to the dark shadow. The descending figure quickly chanted a necromancy, and a black light flashed through the sky. A troop of gargoyles appeared out of nowhere. Wielding bone spears, they lined up in a neat formation in front of the dark shadow, blocking all arrows, spears and javelins.

Suddenly, an enormous black canopy spread rapidly from the dark figure. It covered the bright moonlight, enclosing a third of the valley.

A thick presence of death suddenly spread. All who moved near it felt their bodies move much more stiffly than usual. The dark shadow landed in the valley beneath the canopy, and soon dark creatures began to appear.

The moonlight was blocked by the black clouds, making it impossible to tell the time or how long it would be before daybreak.

The canopy of necromancy was a long-lost spell that affected the combat power of all enemies caught in it. All dark creatures within range of this canopy would be strengthened, and their strength and speed would increase after absorbing the thick presence of death around them.

It was an evil magic that drained the strength of the enemy and increased the strength of one's own dark creatures. It had been forgotten by the people on the continent ever since the Cemetery of Death had disappeared.

When Han Shuo's magic materialised, the dark creatures all began to excitedly attack their surroundings. Not only did the Rainbow Sickles feel their limbs affected, their eyes felt abnormally dry and their vision was also affected.

"Belinda, did another necromancer come by this time besides Clarendon?" Edwin had unleashed dark magic when he saw the moonlight obscured by the black clouds. He gleefully asked Belinda, who happened to be manipulating her golems as he watched the dark creatures enthusiastically attack the mercenaries.

Shaking her head, Belinda looked puzzled as she replied, "Clarendon has already been killed. There should be no other necromancers but him!"

Edwin started as he heard these words and smiled faintly, "Then perhaps our superiors have sent more people. Even I have never seen such mysterious necromancy. I don't think there are any other necromancers outside of our Calamity Church who would understand such magic!"

"Of course, only our Calamity Church would have such mysterious magic. He must be one of us." Belinda believed Edwin's words. It seemed that they had an unshakable faith in the strength of the Calamity Church.

"I'm Edwin, which friend has come by?" When Edwin saw the dark creatures helping them after Han Shuo had appeared, he couldn't help but call out in a friendly manner as he saw the dark creatures fending off some of the mercenaries.

His tremendous amount of mental power had been mostly used up after releasing the canopy of necromancy and summoning fifty to sixty dark creatures of various levels. As the dark creatures began to attack with wild abandon under the protection of the canopy, Han Shuo became a cruel shadow trapped in the depths of bloodlust and began to unleash his violence in any way he could.

The thirst for fresh blood cascaded down like the endless waters of a river, pushing Han Shuo into a boundless boundaries of slaughter. Wherever the dark shadow passed, the mercenaries with insufficient strength were all hacked to pieces by the sharp Demonslayer Edge, and fresh blood splashed everywhere.

His eyes were bloody red, Han Shuo's almost uncontrollable desire to kill led him to kill everyone in his path. He was like a life harvesting machine, and all the mercenaries around him continued to suffer terrible attacks.

His body stopped slightly as he heard Edwin's words, but he ignored them. When he looked around again, he saw that apart from the little skeleton on his heels, There was no one else there.

Now in the Bloodlust Realm, the durability of Han Shuo's body had reached its peak. He could instinctively sense the danger around him as he fought, and could even clearly sense the fear and trembling of those far away. Whenever he killed someone, his victim's fear of imminent death and his resentment after death would form a cloud of air that was difficult for the human eye to see, absorbed by the aura of killing intent around Han Shuo.

As more and more mercenaries were slaughtered, the killing aura around Han Shuo grew thicker and thicker. A strong stench of blood even began to emanate from his pores. Han Shuo's body and magical yuan were constantly being refined in this process, and he could feel his strength increasing bit by bit.

In contrast, as Han Shuo's body and magical yuan improved, his mind became increasingly sluggish. When the fear and resentment caused by killing others was attracted to his surroundings, this enormous amount of information seemed to affect Han Shuo's mind, making the blood vessels in his brain pulsate and giving him the feeling that he was entering a cultivation aberration.

Realising that this was bad, he scanned Chu Cang Lan's memories and immediately realised that in the Bloodlust Realm, when the brain had such a lazy sign and wanted to kill and destroy everyone and everything in sight, it was a sign that one was about to enter a cultivation abnormality.

His tried and tested willpower was now proving useful. Han Shuo called the Demonslayer Edge back into his space ring and tried to calm his raging heart while he still had some semblance of sanity. Ignoring the chaos around him, he sat down cross-legged.

The little skeleton had been at Han Shuo's side, helping him harvest lives, when he suddenly saw his master sitting down. His purple eye flashed as the little skeleton waved his hand at some of the dark creatures nearby.

The purple eye flashed on and off with an evil purple light like a broken light bulb. There seemed to be some mysterious force compelling the dark creatures. Several zombies and hate warriors walked over in fear as the little skeleton waved at them, giving the little skeleton the respect that subordinates would give their superiors.

When they faced Han Shuo, they could only move stiffly by instinct, having been summoned by a spell. But when Han Shuo sat cross-legged and was summoned by the little skeleton, they showed fear and respect as they carefully surrounded Han Shuo. They seemed deeply afraid that the little skeleton would be dissatisfied and become angry with them. They behaved like the most humble servants and slaves.

This kind of performance seemed to indicate that they'd known the little skeleton for a long time, or had heard of the little skeleton's dominance and miraculous achievements. Otherwise, in the vast and boundless other dimension, How could an ordinary skeleton warrior inspire such fear and respect in them?

Perhaps, in the other dimension, the little skeleton with the seven bone spurs, the bone dagger and the purple eye had already grown up and become a famous and illustrious character!