Chapter 883 The Preparation (Part Two)

Bang!

As he had anticipated, a blow thudded against his halberd and it clattered to the ground. The Misty Emperor was standing a few feet away and was lowering his hands. He had knocked down the weapon, thinking that the black-armored man would hinder his deed by hurting Darren. "You're getting more and more presumptuous every day. How dare you make a move without my order!" he roared.

"Yes, master. I promise I won't do that again!" The man in black armor cowered on the ground, begging on his knees.

At this moment, Darren silently appreciated the actions of the black-armored man. He was trying to distract the Misty Emperor so that he didn't have time to question Darren's purpose. So as a result, the Misty Emperor's mind turned to who those map carriers might be.

"Who are the ten people?" he asked impatiently.

Fortunately, he had fallen for Darren's simple lies.

With faked effort, Darren stood up, leaned against the wall, and murmured the names one by one.

"You idiot! How am I supposed to know who they are by just names?" the Misty Emperor shouted, collecting Darren's collar in his fists. "Condense the pictures of their faces so I can see them!"

When the Misty Emperor stared at him with a flustered look in his eyes, Darren felt a wave of relief wash over him.

"I'm sorry. My head aches, and I can't gather enough energy to condense their appearances." Clutching the wall, Darren forced small tears out of his eyes.

Witnessing his helplessness, the Misty Emperor felt the urge to sweep Darren's head off in an attempt to release his overwhelming fury. However, doing so would destroy his whole purpose. So, after cooling off a little, he began releas

hand and slapped it heavily on Scott's head.

As planned, the new trauma added to the initial pain caused Scott to pass out.

Darren immediately reached down and placed a palm on Scott's chest. A relieved sigh pushed through his lips when he felt that he was still breathing. The process was going to be risky for Darren. If just once he were to use too much strength with his blow, he would kill one of his companions.

"I'm so glad this is working. It's nearly impossible for one to pass out under the torture of the soul attack. Now being unconscious, he will no longer feel any pain," Darren said, wiping his sweat with the back of his hand.

Presently, Scott was lying unconscious, with only a breath of life left.

Then Darren walked to the others and beat them with the same force he had used on Scott. After they had all passed out, he concentrated his spiritual sense and put them all in his Space Ring.

This way, Darren would not have any scruples. Now all there was left to do was wait for the return of the black-armored man who had arranged the escape route that would lead them to their final escape.