CHAPTER 843: Demonic Blood

The survivors were heartbroken after hearing Han Shuo's reaction. They realised that they were in deep trouble.

At that moment, Han Hao and Rose stepped up beside Han Shuo. They looked at the exhausted Fringedwellers with murderous eyes, ready to begin the slaughter.

The Five Elite Zombies had vanished out of sight. Other than Han Shuo whose mind was connected with theirs, no one would know where the five little fellas were hiding. A hidden danger was always much more terrifying than one that can be seen. Those frightened Fringedwellers thought to themselves, <i >Damnit, how could I be so blind to offend such a deadly bunch!

Han Shuo then deliberately unleashed his aura, causing those survivors to stumble a step backward in fear. With a trembling heart, one of the Fringedwellers asked, "What do you want?"

"Submit to me, or be perished!" shouted Han Shuo using Demonic Siren boosted by Cauldron Spirit's energy.

A bizarre energy, barely visible to the naked eye, began to ripple like water. The terrifying energy wave emanating from Han Shuo seemed to be telling those standing in front of Han Shuo what would happen to them if they resisted.

The small group of survivors were still afraid to enter the Penta-Elemental Undead Formation again. It seemed that the formation had made a lasting impression on their minds. However, they remained undecided.

"Retreat!" The dozen or so remaining Fringe-dwelling forces began to scatter frantically after coming out of their daze.

The Penta-elemental Undead Formation had not only intimidated the thirty-odd survivors, but also those Fringedwellers who were lucky enough not to experience it firsthand. From the gashes in the ground and the horrible state of the bodies everywhere, they knew how brutally the less fortunate Fringedwellers had been massacred, even if they had not seen it.

At that moment, none of the Fringedwellers had any thoughts of fighting Han Shuo. After seeing the small number of injured and exhausted survivors, there was no longer any hesitation in their minds. The dozen or so groups of ferocious Fringedwellers scattered and disappeared in an instant.

The only forces that remained were those that had refused Bertha's tempting offer of five million black crystal coins to join the attack. They were the true watchers. Haruli and his gang were among them.

Haruli's mind was as turbulent as the sea at that moment. He could not believe his eyes when he saw the devastation Han Shuo had caused.

Haruli suddenly felt that he had been foolish and ridiculous to offer to protect Han Shuo and his party. There was no way that such a powerful bunch, capable of slaughtering five to six hundred Fringedwellers in a matter of minutes, would need his protection.

"My Lord, should we leave this place as well?" one of Haruli's followers asked.

Haruli shook his head and replied, "We don't. I don't sense any hostility from them. We stay and watch for a while. This guy is so good at hiding his strength. He clearly had power beyond that of a Highgod, but he gave everyone the illusion that he was just a Midgod. His arrival could possibly change the status quo of the Fringe!

Within the Fringe, the Five Sovereigns were the most powerful of all beings. The Five seemed to have some sort of tacit understanding. They would fight each other while ignoring small forces like Haruli's.

It was clear to them that Han Shuo possessed power beyond that of a Highgod. Even his followers were incredibly powerful. If such a powerhouse were to enter the Fringe, war and carnage were inevitable.

With war comes opportunity. If Haruli can join the victorious power before the war, he'll be the most rewarded when it comes time to share the spoils and award the medals. His power and influence in the Fringe will increase significantly, and he will command a larger force.

For Haruli, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Han Shuo watched coldly as the Fringedwellers fled in disarray. He did not go after them because he had not yet finished with the thirty in front of him, and he did not have the energy to do so. The Five Elite Zombies had used a large amount of their Elemental Yuan energy to power the Penta-Elemental Undead Formation. It was not possible for them to activate the formation again without spending a long time to recover their energy.

Han Hao and Rose were only two people. They could not stop the hundreds of Fringedwellers from leaving.

Han Shuo knew that he could not take them all down at once, and that he would have to take it one step at a time. In the future, as his strength gradually increased, even if he didn't actively recruit, people would still want to serve him. Therefore, Han Shuo decided that for now, he needed to focus on getting those who were in front of him.

The thirty or so Fringedwellers had exhausted their energy inside the Penta-Elemental Undead Formation. Faced with the enormous pressure Han Shuo had unleashed, they began to seriously consider their options.

Of the survivors, ten possessed Highgod strength and the rest possessed Midgod strength. Although the latter only possessed Midgod strength, aside from luck, they must also have possessed some unique abilities and talents, otherwise they wouldn't have survived the Penta Elemental Undead Formation.

Han Shuo groaned coldly and threatened in an intimidating voice, "You have no choice! You will submit to my rule or meet your end! Hurry up and decide!"

As he finished speaking, the swarm of demon generals transformed into a material state and surrounded them as if they were covered by a huge dark dome. The dense swarm of demon generals kept flying around, dancing menacingly. It seemed as if they would descend upon them at any moment.

"I, I will serve you!" Under the tremendous pressure, the severely injured Midgod's willpower crumbled and he became the first to pledge his allegiance to Han Shuo.

Normally, after the first person submitted, the others would follow. One by one, the injured Fringedwellers stopped defending themselves and gave in. They knelt on one knee with their heads bowed.

All those who lived in the Fringe were the worst criminals from all over Elysium. They had no morals and no conscience. These survivors understood that Han Shuo would do something to them to keep them under his control. They bowed their heads and waited for Han Shuo's next move.

Drops of blood essence flew out of Han Shuo's palm. They looked like spherical rubies as they spun and floated in the air. They then flew towards the thirty people and disappeared into their necks.

The survivors suddenly felt that something had entered their divine souls. The next thing they knew, their gazes towards Han Shuo became friendly and respectful. The hatred that had been buried deep within their hearts began to disappear bit by bit...

"Master!" The survivor standing at the front respectfully kowtowed to Han Shuo. He seemed very sincere.

"Master!... Master!... ..." One by one, the Fringedwellers cried out and kowtowed to Han Shuo. All their hatred and resentment towards Han Shuo vanished under the effect of his Demonic Blood.

Han Shuo nodded. He put on a satisfied smile and said, "You may rise. From now on, you are all my Demon Guards! Goron, you will lead them for now!"

"Thank you, Master!" the Highgod of Thunder, who had severed the heads of Buzz and Bertha, replied respectfully. Of all Han Shuo's new followers, Goron was the only expert with Late-stage Highgod strength. Not only was his strength formidable, but he was also a vicious person with great acumen. From the fact that he switched sides at the last moment and betrayed Buzz and Bertha, Han Shuo could tell that he was a person who knew how to adapt to circumstances and was therefore best suited for the position.

The thirty drops of blood essence that entered his mind would gradually affect his divine soul, making his loyalty to Han Shuo grow stronger with each passing day. The Demonic Blood will not affect their strength, intellect, or ability to make decisions. It will make these people believe that Han Shuo was their master without any side effects.

"Hmm, some of you have more followers. Alright, I will give you all some time. Go back to your bases and gather all your followers. I'll give you further instructions later. You Midgods who don't have your own base will follow Goron," Han Shuo, standing tall and proud, calmly instructed the brand new group of Demon Guards kneeling before him.

The Demon Guards stood up and bowed respectfully to Han Shuo before going their own way, scattering in all directions. Those Midgods followed Goron as Han Shuo had instructed. All those standing in front of Han Shuo vanished in an instant.

It was at this time that Han Shuo cast his eyes into the distance. He turned to Haruli who had been watching him with bright eyes. Han Shuo put on a calm smile and asked, "Haruli, are you interested in working for me?"

The last time Han Shuo had extended the invitation, Haruli had not only scornfully rejected him, but had also mocked Han Shuo by calling him a madman.

This time, however, Haruli didn't immediately answer the question, and he seemed undecided. In the end, he put on a bitter smile and replied, "I need to think about it carefully. I can't accept being treated the way you are treating Goron.

The same day, the same question, but completely different answers!

"They tried to fight me. They deserved it!" Han Shuo smiled faintly and continued, "If you submit willingly, you will not receive this treatment. You will retain your full intellect, and - our relationship will be very different!"

Haruli was somewhat tempted by Han Shuo's proposal, but he did not immediately agree. He thought about it for a moment before he replied, "Give me some time. I need to think about it carefully."

Han Shuo nodded and replied, "Sure. But remember, the longer you wait, the worse the treatment you will get from me. Don't take too long!"

Han Shuo then looked at the few remaining forces and smiled. He asked, "What about you guys? You have been watching for a while now. Any thoughts about joining my clan?"