Chapter 879 An Alliance With The Black-Armored Man (Part Two)

Darren was overjoyed. For a moment, he had doubted that the black-armored man would really take in his words. But as he thought it over, he understood how freedom weighed in a man's heart. For those who had suffered much from the oppression of others, the desire for freedom was unimaginable. Now the black-armored man saw a chance of escape, and it was his very last hope. It was only natural, then, that he would willingly risk the doom of a second death to fight for it. Darren couldn't help but pity this man.

"I'm glad you see things my way," said Darren, sitting up. "But let's not be hasty. You should go first and find out the exact route of our escape. I'll stay here in disguise for a few more days. That will give us enough time to prepare."

The reply of the black-armored man was fierce, driven by fear of betrayal as much as by hope. "Very well, I will follow your instructions. But if you dare lie to me, I will kill you for it, even if it means my own life as well!"

"Don't worry. Your strength is much higher than mine," Darren pointed out. "Wouldn't it be suicide for me to lie to you?"

Without any reply, the black-armored man left him.

Two days passed. The Misty Emperor was indeed a very cautious person, and so from time to time he released his spiritual sense to spy on him. He planned to visit his captive to interrogate him again, once he saw that he'd reached the limit of his resistance.

But Darren's plan worked perfectly, as he was able to sense it whenever the Misty Emperor was about to spy on him. So, each time, he pretended to still be in torment from the soul attack.

Whenever he didn't have to put on a show, he passed the time by practicing his cultivation.

One day, during the cultivation, Darren suddenly had a very strange

dark-spirit crystals, to a far corner, trying to hold them there so that they would not provide the bodies with more energy.

While he was still doing this, the Space Ring shuddered with a malevolent, ethereal presence.

It seemed that the two corpses had already been imbued with some minimal level of consciousness. Seeing then that the resurrection process had interrupted, they grew extremely angry at Darren.

Darren did not give much heed to their wrath, instead taking a moment to make sure that the link between the crystals and the corpses didn't reassert itself. When he was satisfied, he withdrew his spiritual sense and went back to his practice.

But even as he did so, an intriguing and hopeful idea came to his mind. 'If I could ever find a way to control them, then I would have two ancient tribulation holy warriors to protect me. In that case, I wouldn't be so afraid of fighting the Misty Emperor!'

The idea was not futile or fanciful. In fact, the longer he pondered it, the more confident Darren grew that it was in fact possible. He would get in contact with his avatar later because no one else was powerful enough to aid him in accomplishing this goal.