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.

It was only now that they started to feel some trust in the defensive power of the array of formations inside the Pandemonium. They got a vague feeling that the invaders would pay an unimaginable price.

Rose suddenly grew relaxed. She came to admire Han Shuo even more. His contraptions had managed to stop a thousand or more formidable experts outside the Valley even in his absence. Such an extraordinary feat could not be achieved by an ordinary man. It was at that moment that Rose knew Han Shuo would rise to be a legend in the Fringe!

***

Over a steep mountain wall outside the Valley stood a man. He had been keeping a close eye on the Pandemonium, attentively overseeing the situation. He was none other than Sovereign Ossora who had rushed here from his underground palace.

Ossora at this moment was wearing a startled expression. With a wave of his hand, a whiff of the toxic miasma floated to him and hovered over his palm.

Ossora became even more astounded after he carefully analyzed the miasma cloud. He discovered new toxins that he had never previously seen. Every toxin in the colorful miasma had its own unique function. All kinds of rare, bizarre yet noxious toxins were mixed in an unfathomable way to form this extraordinary cloud.

He also sensed just how formidable and deadly the miasma cloud was. Even with his overgod realm energy, he could not completely isolate himself from the toxins and had to consume a small amount of his divine energy to neutralize the toxins.

Ossora gazed at the Pandemonium. His eyes were filled with a complex array of emotions as he muttered to himself, “Bryan, Bryan, what in the world are you?”

***

After retreating from the Pandemonium, that old man with long messy hair went to Salas and asked, pathetic and helpless, “My Sovereign, what should we do?”

Salas had witnessed their generals’ failure. The miasma clouds were not just extremely toxic, but they also couldn’t be blown away with wind energy. Salas’ generals had no idea what they could do to break into the Pandemonium.