"Demonic Marshal! Do you really think you can escape?"
Many grand voices rang out, and the radiance of the flying swords resembled many small suns!
"What a spectacular scene!" Fang Han suddenly looked up, his body shuddering.
...
"My Sky Devils! Damn it! These people really deserve to die, they don't come early nor late, but choose this time to come. I've only taken in 200,000 Sky Devils so far, there's still a long way to go until 8 million."
Originally, he thought he could quietly absorb numerous Sky Devils in the "Blood Flesh Mud Pit," but it seemed that the heavens were set against Fang Han. The Demonic Marshal was being pursued by many Immortal Path adherents.
