With three willing scarecrows now in tow, Yuan resumed his journey toward the Sixth Valley. Whenever a demon approached with hostile intent, he would activate the swords, and the scarecrows' agonized screams would echo like a warning siren.
However, while most demons either fled or joined the growing crowd spectating Yuan, some ignored the warnings entirely and attacked anyway. Without exception, they were all Forsaken—demons who feared nothing.
Seeing this, Yuan did not hesitate to strike them down with the Demon Devouring Sword.
Just as he had done with the first one, he cleaved the demon in half before allowing the sword to consume its body.
Upon witnessing Yuan slaughter the Forsaken, the demons trailing him trembled subconsciously, their eyes flickering with growing fear. However, it wasn't Yuan that made them fearful.
"What kind of weapon is that? My senses are screaming at me to run away from it!"
