Chapter 113: Blood Demon Art

Chu Han was momentarily stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening. With the strength he had just exerted, this person should not still be alive, yet he continued to roar and rise to his feet. Seeing the other’s blood-red eyes, Chu Han frowned.

He sensed the man’s aura and realized there was no life force left in his body—he was clearly dead. However, this person was different from the zombies he had encountered before at the Five Thunder Sovereign’s place. Although he could wield his own true energy, he felt no pain at all. This made him extraordinarily powerful.

Facing these undead monsters, the masters from the Eastern Wasteland found themselves in a dire predicament. No matter how many they killed, the enemies could rise again, immune to pain, their combat effectiveness worsening by the day.

Meanwhile, their own fallen comrades would also stand back up and rejoin the fight. This explained why the Wolf Clan’s numbers kept swelling while their own forces steadily dwindled.

More importantly, the people from the Eastern Wasteland were normal humans with emotions and attachments. Imagine brothers who had trained together daily suddenly forced to strike one another—how could they bring themselves to kill their own?

Chu Han’s expression grew increasingly grim. He had seen such a sinister technique once before in his previous life; it was a method of summoning the dead back to fight, known as the Blood Demon Technique—a truly vile art. Those revived in this way were called Blood Demons. In his past life, the Blood Demon army had been far larger than what he faced now.

He also knew that it must be someone from the Wolf Clan practicing this Blood Demon Technique to cause such a situation, and that person must be hiding among them.

“Chu Han, what should we do? These people can’t be killed, and their numbers only grow. At this rate, we won’t last long,” Cold Night said beside him. After being captured by Liu Qingli, her mindset had shifted; now she was a formidable expert in her own right, reaching the pinnacle of the Dao Palace realm—a rare talent in the Eastern Wasteland.

Seeing her fighting through blood and sweat, Chu Han gritted his teeth. He was determined not to let the tragedies of his past life repeat themselves. He absolutely would not allow it.

“This is the Blood Demon Technique. I didn’t expect the Wolf Clan to practice such a wicked art. We must kill the one cultivating it to stop this resurrection. I’ll go investigate. Organize everyone to retreat and only attack from a distance. Under no circumstances engage in close combat,” Chu Han said coldly.

He continued, “Tell them to strike hard—those who rise are no longer their brothers. If we hesitate, many more will die, and their numbers will only multiply.”

Chu Han deeply understood these feelings, for in his past life, his hesitation nearly led to his death at the hands of the Blood Demons. Fortunately, he came to his senses in time and survived.

Cold Night took the order and swiftly went to organize the retreat. Chu Han then charged directly through the Blood Demon army.I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.