Chapter 864 - The power of the Pandemonium
GDK 864: The power of the Pandemonium
“Hail Sovereign Salas!” a group of experts kowtowed before Salas. Even though the Empyrean Peak had been destroyed and Han Shuo had escaped from him, to these people, Salas was still the most formidable being in the Fringe.
These experts who were used to bullying other Fringedwellers in the name of Salas knew that their interests were tightly intertwined with Salas’. As long as their Sovereign stood tall, their place in the Fringe remained unchallengeable. But once they stepped out of Salas’ shadow, they would no doubt be hunted and murdered by their former enemies. And now, that veil behind Salas was rapidly shrinking.
“What information have you gathered so far?” asked Salas with a dark face. His meetings with Wasir and Logie had not been as fruitful as he had hoped. The two Sovereigns just could not, or perhaps did not, conceal their great gladness when they heard that Salas’ Empyrean Peak was destroyed. Although they had verbally agreed to Salas’ request, it was up to anyone’s guess if they would actually honor their promises.
Sovereign Salas had become the laughing stock of the Fringe for he could not even defend his base from a naked mad lad. He knew that the only way to wash away the humiliation was to annihilate Han Shuo and all his people.
“That valley ahead known as the Pandemonium is enveloped in colorful miasmic gases. We have been observing it for a long time but have not seen a single person exit from the valley, “ answered one of Salas’ followers respectfully.
“So they are all inside the Valley. Excellent. We can kill all of them in one go!” Salas gazed at his nearly one thousand followers with his eyes that were sparking with electricity. He gave a short speech, “The might of the Empyrean Peak has been challenged. Today, we will show everyone the consequences of such recklessness!”
Salas then gestured as he commanded, “Charge into the valley. Kill everyone you find. Show no mercy!”
Immediately after, those kneeling before Salas went to their troops and started yelling their commands. A large swarm of shadows took to the air and shot in the direction of the Pandemonium.
As a mighty Sovereign, Salas naturally would not be at the forefront of the battle. In his point of view, his only job was to finish Han Shuo. Everything else could be handled by his followers. Therefore, instead of leading his army to the battlefield, he merely observed from his vantage point.
Those cannon fodders did all they could to protect themselves against the miasmic gases and yet, they could not elude their destiny.
Soon after they fell into the miasmic gases, they noticed that the toxins they were facing were on a whole nother level. Even the most toxic gases they had come across deep in the mountains were nothing compared to this. Those medicines and armors they wore seemed completely ineffective. They immediately felt numb, dizzy, and weak.
It did not take long before their bodies started rotting and melting. Some of them had dark liquid oozing from their orifices as they died.
Miserable shrieks sounded for a few seconds before they went completely silent. The first batch of cannon fodders had vanished without a trace.
“Nothing simple, indeed!” remarked a burly expert. He showed not the slightest grief or anger at the loss of his subordinates. It appeared that he did not even attach any value to the lives of those men.
“I want every expert of wind energy to join forces and blow the miasmic gas away!” commanded an old man with messy long hair.
Immediately after, all those gods who cultivated in wind energy started using the divine energy in their bodies to assemble the element of wind. Fierce winds started wheezing and numerous great tornadoes were formed. They started wreaking havoc over the colorful miasmic gases.
There were several dozen experts under Salas who cultivated in the element of wind, among which were five or six highgods. By working together, they managed to envelop the entire Pandemonium in wild winds, tornadoes, hurricanes, and twisters.
However, much of the thick miasmic gases shrouding over the Pandemonium somehow managed to stay in place. Even though they moved around with the wind, they would always end up above the Valley, as though they were held by some sort of magnet.
Some of the miasmic gases were dispersed by the hurricanes and tornadoes. However, after the winds were gone, the miasmic gases would simply reassemble above the Valley like liquid flowing down a slope.
“Father spent two months gathering the miasmic gases from various regions and meticulously deployed them using ‘Variable Anchor’. If their measly little wind can disperse the Demonic Miasma Cloud, I’ll eat my hat!” said Han Huo complacently.
“Hehe, perhaps it’s time we show them what we’ve got. Don’t you think, Little Wood?” Han Tu said to Han Mu with a nasty smirk.
“Of course! It’s time!”
Suddenly, the enormous trees in the Pandemonium started trembling. Moments later, the miasmic gases gathered above the Valley started to violently spread outwards in all directions.
Not only could Salas’ followers who cultivated in wind energy not control the movement or direction of the miasmic gases, but their hurricanes and tornadoes had somehow accelerated their flow and made matters worse.
“Shit. Everyone retreat. Retreat!” shouted that old man with long messy hair hastily. But the miasmic gases were just too fast. As soon as he finished those words, many of Salas’ followers were engulfed by the roaring gases.