Chapter 877 Torture (Part Two)

"Fine by me! If I cannot dodge the call of death one way or another, I would rather die with that secret. I take comfort in the fact that you have absolutely no idea where to seek for those crystals that you so desperately want." There was a tone of mockery in Darren's voice that irked the Misty Emperor even more.

"You dratted little vermin! Do you really think I will give you a quick and painful death? It seems to me that you do not know what true horror is," the Misty Emperor said eerily. He secretly hoped that he could dig information out of Darren with his threat of imminent torture.

However, Darren countered, "I dare say that the worst thing you could do to me is to torture my soul, which I happen to have suffered for many times before. I'm quite accustomed to any form of pain you may possibly inflict on me, but I still encourage you to do your best. I have to tell you that I cannot remember a time that I considered surrendering no matter how much pain I bored." Darren grinned while a light of resolve and firmness came over his eyes.

"Really? I would be glad to witness your first time conceding."

With those words, the Misty Emperor began his attack. A gust of soul attack dashed out from his body and aimed directly into Darren's head.

In a second, Darren felt the intensity of the assault. Surprisingly, the Misty Emperor's attack stretched its force all over his soul in the most compelling and shortest amount of time that he never remembered enduring a severer one.

The rage of the soul attack began to spread in his head. Its green power gradually stirred that his head had started to feel like a vessel of boiling water. Darren's body began to steam as w

er the black-armored man's watch.

In order not to expose himself, Darren continued to wail and roll on the ground.

The black-armored man came over and looked at Darren with pitiful eyes under his broken helmet.

In the past, he was revived with the help of the Misty Emperor. However, the reward did not come without payment. The black-armored man may have regained his own consciousness, but in return, the Misty Emperor had conquered his soul and had taken him in his service.

Because of that debt, he could never betray the Misty Emperor. If he did, he would suffer the same kind of torture as Darren.

"Lad, you are no match for him in strength," the black-armored man said. "If my soul were only not under his control, I would try my best to escape from here. If I had the chance, I would kill him thousands of times!"

"Really?"

A voice suddenly echoed. The black-armored man's heart skipped a beat. Without hesitation, he thought it was the Misty Emperor. Therefore, he immediately knelt down and hid his face behind his broken helmet. He trembled with the utmost fear, while his face turned deathly pale.