Chapter 5867

Dustin dared not argue. “Yes, Elder Quill. I will relay the order immediately.”

In the wavering torchlight, Elder Quill’s lips curled into a crescent of cruelty. “Jared… I wonder how many heartbeats you can last inside the Netherworld Triple-Slaughter Array. After you fall, even your wandering soul will feed my cultivation-hee-hee-hee.” His icy laughter slid along the stone walls like a serpent tasting air.

Three days slipped by in the blink of an hourglass.

Dawn of the third morning found Jared and the Vermilion Demon Lord standing once more outside Sandrock City’s eastern gate, every precaution taken.

Jared now wore a teal combat suit cut for freedom of movement, several storage pouches, and a miniature array of plates dangling at his belt.

Though his surface aura still mimicked a Heavenly Immortal Realm Level One cultivator, chaotic celestial energy flowed steadily inside him, ready to explode at a flicker of intent.

Vermilion, clad in a dark-crimson robe etched with occult sigils, kept his demonic essence banked low; yet his hawk- bright stare promised violence. In his breast pocket rested vials of life-igniting elixirs-final measures for the worst.