Chapter 1171 The Prison

Along the way, Fiend King Archer was silent. He brought Darren to his place, then he locked him up in a dark water prison.

He left, and he did not show himself over the next few days.

In the hall, the fiend king sat on a skeleton chair, leisurely sipping on the blood red wine. Even if no one was in his camp, he was in a jovial mood.

"Archer, did you really catch a Defiant Master?"

A cloud of strong, gray fog appeared in the hall, materializing into a skull with sharp horns.

"Yes!" Fiend King Archer was in awe when he saw the Ninth Fiend Emperor, and he headed down in front of the skull to genuflect.

"Sir, I did capture a Defiant Master," Archer said in a reverent tone.

"Humph! What makes you think you can capture a Defiant Master? Even I don't dare to fight against a Defiant Master. How can you?" the skull roared when he heard what Archer said.

"Sir, what I have said is true. That Defiant Master is locked up in my water prison. Please take a look if you'd like," Archer said in a shaking voice.

"Use your fiendish sense to guide the way."

"Alright."

Then, Archer released his fiendish sense and guided another more powerful fiendish sense released by the skull into the water prison.

A moment later

"Defiant Master!" The gray skull was shocked.

"Great, Archer. You're doing a great job. You must keep an eye on him. I will come and take him away in a month's time." The gray skull was a little excited.

"Don't worry, sir. It will be impossible for those humans to come and save him," Archer gloated as he recalled how he had left the human beings behind. They might have been powerful, but they wouldn't dare to offend him.

"Idiot!" the Ninth Fiend Emperor reproached Archer. He then hit Archer hard with his god's power.

Archer was extremely frightened. The attack took him by surprise, and he was left on the ground writhing about.

"I'm not telling you to pay attention to humans but to other people like Lucius Lu, who is nearest to your camp."

Suddenly, it dawned on Archer that Defiant Masters were so precious and that they were coveted by other fiend emperors. He should definitely be ready to face anyone who came his way. Lucius

A long silence ensued. Then, Darren spoke once more. "Then why did you try to kill the fiend emperors?"

"Hahaha." The voice sounded cold and bitter.

"What would you do if several fiend emperors took turns in assaulting your wife?"

Darren's heart sank.

Gruesome scenes flashed through his mind, making his blood boil with anger.

"Kill them!

If I can't kill them, I would rather kill myself!" Darren growled.

"There you have it. I killed them, and then I was sold out. I was abandoned by the big shots and was sent to the fiend race."

"Damn it!" Darren was overwhelmed with fury and he found it difficult to breathe.

"Sir, let us meet each other face to face. We can break out of here together!"

"Ha! Give it up, kid. If you run away, you will only be chased by countless people. You will find that there is no place for you to hide."

"No, I want to escape. I want to make sure that all people tremble when they hear my name!" Darren roared, his heart brimming with anger.

"Your intentions are noble. Alas, they are useless," the man said hoarsely.

"It would be more useless if I gave up, wouldn't it? The human race is too weak. It needs someone to stand up and fight against all evil!"

After Darren spoke, the voice heaved out a small sigh. Then, he spoke no more.

Another dozen days had passed in the blink of an eye. The fiend king was already waiting outside the water prison for the arrival of the Ninth Fiend Emperor.