Great Demon King

GDK 865: Bait

The toxins contained in the Demonic Miasma Cloud were extremely deadly. A portion of the invading forces started oozing blood from their orifices. Those experts who stood closest to the Pandemonium had their skin and flesh liquefied and were reduced to skeletons.

The colorful miasmic gasses were concocted with all kinds of extremely noxious substances. Han Shuo, as a cultivator of demonic arts, was very knowledgeable in the use of such sinister substances. With the help of Wood Elite Zombie and the Cauldron of Myriad Demon, Han Shuo managed to brew the extremely deadly toxic cloud. Never had anything so toxic been created in this universe.

Those who possessed highgod strengths managed to resist the onslaught of the miasmic cloud. They had resilient divine bodies and had reacted quickly enough, extending their divine energies to every part of their bodies and moving out of the way at highgod speeds. The rest, however, weren’t so lucky. All the midgods that were engulfed by the miasmic cloud perished.

In the blink of an eye, the toxic miasmic cloud had killed fifty or sixty of Salas’ midgods. The invading forces frantically retreated to a great distance. The few highgods who flew out from the miasmic cloud, although unscathed, had their minds filled with dread for the toxic clouds had exhausted plenty of their divine energy in such little time.

Under the Pandemonium, the Five Elite Zombies were laughing mischievously.

“Nice one, Little Wood! Haha, had those idiots not used their stupid wind energy, the toxic miasma cloud couldn’t have engulfed them at such great speed,” said the laughing Han Huo. He seemed very excited.

“Hehe, father had long anticipated that the enemy would try to disperse the toxic miasma cloud with wind energy. That’s why he built this special function that I can activate and use the enemy’s wind energy against them,” said Han Mu. Instead of claiming credit for himself, he pointed out that this malicious strategy was Han Shuo’s idea.

The Five Elite Zombies casually discussed the wonderful uses of the Demonic Miasma Cloud. Their confidence grew after emerging victorious in the first engagement of the battle.

Rose, Zovic, and the others were astonished to see that a great number of the invaders were killed and injured although they had not even defeated the Pandemonium’s first layer of defense.

Ossora knew that if Han Shuo could easily escape from Salas, that meant Han Shuo could also escape from him or another Sovereign during a battle. That, in turn, meant that if any of them became enemies with Han Shuo, they would be unable to eliminate him and the threat of Han Shuo would always be there.

Ossora then recalled the information that originated in the City of Shadows about Han Shuo. After a moment of consideration, he came to a wise decision – that he must never make an enemy of Han Shuo!

While Ossora made a decision for which he would be eternally grateful in the future, Salas, who had gathered and filled the sky with the energy of lightning, started bombarding the Pandemonium with his doomsday thunderbolts.

Salas’ plan was very straightforward – blindly bombard whatever matrices or boundaries in the Pandemonium with his most ferocious thunderbolts, hitting them with overwhelming brute power. Although the approach was simple, it was the most effective. The sky became brighter than the sun as it was lit up by countless thunderbolts. World-shaking explosions rumbled all around the Valley at every second.

As a Sovereign of the Fringe, Salas was very annoyed that he needed to step in right from the start of an invasion. If it wasn’t for the toxic miasma cloud covering the Valley, Salas wouldn’t have gotten into action so soon. The presence of the toxic miasma cloud had frightened his troops. As long as the toxic cloud was present, they would be too afraid to proceed with the invasion.

“The fuck, that’s too soon! I haven’t had enough fun yet! There are still tons of demonic formations that they haven’t touched. What is he so excited for?!” cursed Han Huo. He felt as though Salas wasn’t playing by the rules.

Zovic had a bitter smile as he explained, “The toxic miasma cloud is just too strong. They couldn’t overcome it and are not willing to just throw their lives away.”

“Old man, you should have told us earlier!” said Han Mu impolitely. “This won’t do. We need to kill more of his followers… Yes! We will make it look like the Pandemonium has been partially destroyed and bait them into the demonic formations!”

“Hahaha, fantastic idea! You sure are a sinister one, Han Mu!” cackled Han Huo.

Han Mu put on an evil smirk as he connected his soul with the ancient trees that acted as the cruxes of demonic formations. The ancient trees started twisting their branches and shaking their lush leaves as though they were dancing.

Salas’ thunderbolts had been bombarding the Pandemonium for a while. They had made countless world-shaking explosions but the toxic miasma cloud remained above the Pandemonium. Salas grew more angered as time passed. He gathered even more lightning energy with even more power.

Suddenly, the toxic miasma cloud that flooded the space above the Pandemonium seemed as though it was somehow being pulled by enormous suction power. They disappeared into the countless tiny holes all around the Valley.

Salas stared blankly for a second before he laughed nastily and shouted, “Whatever energy tower or boundary that powered the toxic clouds have been destroyed by my lightning energy. Charge into the valley and slaughter everyone! This time, that kid called Bryan will have nowhere to run!”

Salas had absolute confidence in his strength. From his point of view, the defensive power of the Pandemonium was very limited. He assumed that no boundary or barrier could withstand the full blast of his overgod power. Thinking that the defenses were down, he had commanded his troops to go all-in right away.

Salas’ followers trusted him as much as he trusted himself. Salas had gone on rampages all around the Fringe for many years. No Fringedwellers nor barriers could withstand his lightning. The sudden disappearance of the toxic miasma cloud seemed to prove that Salas’ judgment was correct.

Those highgods who had suffered in the toxic miasma cloud had been waiting for this moment. Without any hesitation, they commanded all their subordinates to charge into the Pandemonium behind their lead. The entirety of Salas’ troops descended into the Valley from every direction.