Chapter 1013 Terms

Outside the Flaming Hell, both the Sea Spiritual King and Yahya were being sucked into the glazed wall by a powerful force. When they fell through, they landed straight into hell.

A thick, grey mist settled over the space. Even spiritual sense couldn't cut through it.

"Argh!"

As soon as the Sea Spiritual King landed, he was attacked by multiple gusts of cyan winds.

In an instant, he collapsed to the ground. His body twitched helplessly.

"Help... Help me."

The Sea Spiritual King was not immune to the suffering brought about by the Flaming Hell.

This kind of pain was more difficult to bear than soul torture.

However, Yahya pressed forward.

Truth be told, he was not that much stronger than the Sea Spiritual King. However, he had the fragments of the defensive divine weapon. Together with his strong soul, he could still resist the attacks being thrown at him.

"Yahya, why are you back in a Flaming Hell again?"

The two gods' souls, who had just been rescued, felt the danger lurking outside. They were extremely restless.

"Masters, someone plotted against me and I entered a middle-grade Flaming Hell. However, you can rest assured that I can hold on for a period of time with the help of the divine weapon's fragments. I will find a way to escape from here," Yahya said, using his spiritual sense.

"Be careful, Yahya."

"Yes, I will."

With the help of the fragments of the divine weapon, Yahya formed a weak, orange force field to cover him. It helped protect him for the time being. However, to maintain this protective shield, he had to use up his power very quickly. Considering his current realm and soul strength, he would only be able to last for three days.

"Emperor... Help me, Emperor Yahya..."

The Sea Spiritual King writhed in pain on the ground. He reached out his hand to Yahya.

"You wretch! How dare you expect me to save you?" Yahya's eyes glowed menacingly. "Sea Spiritual King, do you know what is more painful than this hell?"

The pitiful Sea Spiritual K

s it because he doesn't understand me?'

Darren thought.

'That's not right. His life energy is fluctuating so drastically that he must have reached a critical point of rebirth. I'm using the ancient language. There's no reason that he can't understand what I am saying.

He is simply ignoring me. He wants me to continue to give him the dark-spirit crystals!' Darren thought.

"Humph!" Then Darren snorted. "Don't pretend, Shura. I am the only one who can bring you back to life. If you don't agree to my terms, I can also destroy you and make sure you stay a corpse forever."

Darren was bluffing. He did not have any means to do what he said, but he had to try.

The Bloody Shura stayed silent.

"Well...Good. Stay this way, then!" With that, Darren flew out and closed off the cave.

"What terms?"

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out in Darren's mind.

It took a few seconds for Darren to figure out the words, but he finally understood them. The Bloody Shura was speaking to him!

This kind of communication was similar to the communication Darren had with the young man in black armor. Only those of the same species would understand.

"You are really alive!" Darren's heart thumped violently. He took a deep breath. "It is very simple. After you resurrect, you must help me kill two people."

The Bloody Shura didn't respond.