Chapter 507: So… Which One Will You Save?
Lin Fan gave a small nod, signaling he understood. From the Third King of the Demon Prison, he could sense a faint trace of danger.
This man's strength was comparable to a peak human cultivator who had endured three Reincarnation Tribulations.
But Lin Fan wasn't afraid.
The problem was, with this guy interfering, killing the Sixth King wouldn't be as easy as before.
"Heh, Ice Master, it's been a while," the Third King's gaze shifted to Ying Huanhuan, a gentle smile on his face—but beneath it, chilling cold intent flickered in his eyes.
On the right side of his face was a grotesque scar, stretching from the corner of his mouth to behind his ear, making him look rather terrifying.
"You coward who hides in the shadows, why didn't you keep hiding?" Ying Huanhuan stared coldly at him.
"I had no intention of showing myself with you here. After all… this scar of mine—it still makes me shiver a little," the Third King smiled warmly, running a finger over the twisted scar on his face. "But… I can't just stand by and watch Old Six fall."
Ying Huanhuan looked at him indifferently. Frost began to gather in her jade-like hand. "Then this time, I'll freeze you into a sculpture."
"Heh," the Third King chuckled. "But can you still do that… in your current state?"
"Try me," Ying Huanhuan replied icily. As she turned her palm, a terrifying cold spread from her body, and the surrounding space began to creak and crack from the chill.
The Third King watched her with narrowed eyes, the smile on his face deepening. "I've long wanted to kill you. The humiliation you dealt me all those years ago… I lost all face before our Emperor because of you…"
As he spoke, his gentle smile twisted into something far darker. His pupils brimmed with seething hatred.
"Today… I'll finally kill you!"
Boom!
He stepped forward, and demonic energy surged like a tidal wave, engulfing the sky. Even the blazing sun above was swallowed by the darkness, no longer daring to shine.
Such oppressive pressure made the heavens tremble!
"Third King! Help me!"
Just then, a desperate cry came from afar—the Tenth King's voice!
Lin Fan's avatars had the same strength as his true body. If the Sixth King couldn't handle him, the Tenth and Eighth had no chance.
Initially, they'd thought Lin Fan's clones were like their own—far weaker than the main body. Only during the battle did they realize how terribly wrong they were.
Faced with Lin Fan's avatars, the Tenth and Eighth Kings were being completely crushed.
In the short time the Third King had held Lin Fan's true body at bay, both of them had fallen into dire straits and were forced to call for help.
The Third King's expression changed slightly upon hearing the cry. In a flash, his body dissolved into a black mist and instantly appeared in front of the Tenth King.
With a surge of demonic energy, he formed a massive barrier of black light, shielding both himself and the Tenth King. The flaming spear headed for the Tenth King's chest was stopped just in time.
Zzzzt!
The flaming spear and the demonic barrier clashed for a moment—then both were dispersed.
"Third King! Help!"
The Eighth King also cried out, facing down a colossal ice halberd hurtling toward his throat. Frozen in place, he could barely move.
"Useless garbage!"
The Third King was about to explode from anger. Sixth, Tenth, Eighth—all of them had been driven to the brink of death by Lin Fan!
When had the Demon Prison's Royal Halls ever been so utterly humiliated?
Still, despite his fury, he had no choice. The Third King once again leapt into action to save the Eighth King, while ordering the Tenth to retreat immediately—not to fight Lin Fan's avatars head-on.
"Heh… So tell me…" Lin Fan's voice rang out with a smile. "Which one will you save?"
With a wave of his hand, he struck again at the Sixth King.
"Black Hole Execution!"
As Lin Fan's hands changed form, a deep vortex appeared behind the Sixth King. The swirling void immediately swallowed him whole.
Buzz!
The black hole twisted like a prison, trapping the Sixth King. A terrifying devouring force erupted from all directions, tearing through space itself.
"AAHH!!"
The Sixth King shrieked in agony. He pushed his demonic energy to the limit in a desperate effort to resist—but could only slow the process slightly.
"Damn you! You're dead, Lin Fan!"
The Third King had just saved the Eighth King when he turned and saw the Sixth being dragged into oblivion. With a roar of fury, he prepared to strike again.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank. Without warning, he slammed his palm behind him, where silver light was flickering!
BOOM!
His palm collided with a silver-glowing fist. The resulting shockwave tore through the air like thunder.
"Heh… Third King, how about playing with me instead?"
A soft chuckle echoed as the void twisted—and a figure in a silver robe stepped out.
He was thin and frail, with long silver-white hair, and his most striking feature—his glowing silver eyes, which radiated mysterious energy.
"Space Master… after all these years, you're still using these same tricks," the Third King sneered, turning his head toward the silver-eyed man.
Indeed, the one who had intervened was none other than the Master of Space, one of the Eight Ancient Masters.
"Heh, I was wondering when you'd show your face. Still not too late to be useful, I see," the Space Master said with a smile.
"You—!"
Before the Third King could finish, a scream of despair cut him off.
He turned toward the black hole—
—and saw the Sixth King's body being ripped apart by the devouring force. His demonic spirit never made it out. It, too, was shredded into nothingness.
Another Royal Hall… gone!
"You little bastard! You've killed yet another of my Demon Prison Kings—I will kill you myself!"
The Third King's eyes locked onto Lin Fan. All pretense of calm vanished. The fake smile on his face melted into pure, murderous intent.
"You're Lin Fan, right? Well done," the Space Master said, nodding in satisfaction. Then he turned back to the Third King, his voice calm. "But your opponent… is me."
As he finished, silver light flashed in his palm.
The space around them twisted sharply, and two blades of silver spatial energy, like scissors, shot toward the Third King at blinding speed!
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