Chapter 882 The Preparation (Part One)

As Darren and the man in black armor looked at each other, silence hung in the air, and as time wore on, the man in black armor felt a sense of dread wash over him. Perhaps he shouldn't have told Darren the truth about his companions. He worried that the day he was to be freed would be postponed or that all of the efforts would result in failure.

"You can't save them, not with your current strength," he said, trying to reel Darren back from making a bold decision.

"You don't understand. I owe it to them to try. If I run away now, they will surely die," Darren argued, staring grimly at the ground.

At hearing Darren's desperation and seeing his defeated posture while he thought of his friends' safety, the black-armored man sighed. "All right. Now I can see that I have made the right choice teaming up with you. You are brave and loyal to your friends. That must mean that you wouldn't lie to me either. Even though it will be difficult for me, I will do my best to help you save them. May we form a good plan that can get us out of this accursed place!" he said.

Feeling a renewed sense of hope, the black-armored man stopped speaking. All through his body he felt that the Misty Emperor was summoning him. So in haste, he took his leave and flew away.

Once again, Darren was left alone with his thoughts.

Feeling troubled, Darren stared at his feet with a frown on his face. It seemed to him that the nature of the black-armored man was not bad at all, but there was a lot riding on this plan and how it would unfold.

Despite feeling sorry for deceiving him, Darren couldn't bear the thought of irritating both the Misty Emperor and the black-armored man and leaving all of his companions in danger.

"It doesn't matter now. Worrying won't help any

ing and tell me now! Or you'll be tortured for another three months!" Like a flame, the Misty Emperor's aura flared up again.

"No, please don't do that! I'll tell you everything I know," Darren pleaded. "After I separated the crystals and put them in the ten respective places, I imprinted a clue map of each location in the soul of my ten friends and the elders. In order to remember the place, they must all gather together alongside me." Internally, Darren was impressed with himself at how easily he had come up with the story.

"Damn it!" The Misty Emperor lifted his foot and kicked the ground, and as he did so, the earth shook and chasms appeared.

"Boy, what were you thinking? This complicates everything! It seems like you want to die." The black-armored man, who had been standing beside the Misty Emperor, flew over and made eye contact briefly with Darren. In his heart, he knew what Darren was up to.

Stepping forward, he lifted his halberd and directed it at Darren. He clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes in feigned anger. He figured that if he acted like he was really angered by Darren's reply and was trying to vent, the Misty Emperor would be fooled.