Zhang Chen pressed his five fingers to his forehead and kneaded it, slowly recovering from the exposed state he had just been in. "Guizhong, thanks. But you really interrupted me at the worst possible time."
Guizhong's violent voice immediately rang out. "It took me quite a bit of effort to connect the ghost source aura to the depths of your brain and wake you up. Given your condition just now, if it had continued, your consciousness would inevitably have been eroded by negative emotions and driven mad."
"That's not what I meant. In those memories, I was just about to experience the Soul Devourer Ghost King's first life entering the Final Release Form."
The moment Soul Devourer saw his wife die tragically before his eyes in the memories, the relationship between ruler and subject he had shared with the Emperor vanished completely. His body erupted with incomparably powerful devouring intent, preparing to enter his Final Release Form and mobilize all the forces he had secretly gathered within the Prehistoric Dynasty to launch a final assault.
"Final Release? The supreme form of you Hell Envoys? Seeing your previous life's Final Release would do no good for your future development. Once you witnessed his Final Release, you would be subjected to an invisible restraint throughout your journey toward Final Release as a Hell Envoy. In the end, you would be unable to surpass the realm your previous life attained."
"Haha, Guizhong, that actually makes some sense. In that case, I really should thank you. Your interruption came at exactly the right moment!"
Although Zhang Chen had not experienced the full bodily transformation of Soul Devourer's Final Release, he had truly felt the sudden eruption and surge of that devouring path. It was as though the foot he had placed upon the devouring