Madman

A few days later.

Wilmot and the others boarded an airship and set off on their journey back to the Azure Hand Guild Headquarters.

The journey spanned ten million kilometers, and the airship flew for a full half year.

After arriving at the Azure Hand headquarters.

The target, Conan Cecil, once again fell into Karosinasri's hands.

What surprised Karosinasri was that after two years on the run, Conan Cecil had actually reached the strength of a level-six Mana Web Walker.

"How did you cultivate so quickly?" Karosinasri could not help asking.

"After being scoured by the Crimson Force, my Soul String was strengthened, and my soul grew stronger. My cultivation speed increased greatly as well."

Conan explained. It was not a lie; the Crimson Force truly deserved credit for why he cultivated so quickly.

"Interesting, very interesting... Little fellow, I think you can definitely become a devil—one with the greatest potential and the most formidable power in history." Karosinasri clicked his tongue in admiration, a teasing smile on his face.

"Guildmaster, I still have a well-intentioned suggestion: don't lock me in the Back Mountain Forbidden Area, and don't connect my Soul String to the Crimson Force again. Once you do, you will regret it—more than you did last time."

Conan spoke calmly, without the slightest trace of fear on his face.

"I never regret what I do. Besides, I want to use your body for an experiment—an experiment to rapidly create devils."

Karosinasri spoke with a hint of savagery on his face.

He had come up with a way to rapidly create devils: increase the flow of Crimson Force infusion and pour all the Crimson Force absorbed by a hundred ordinary Purifiers into an experimental subject, accelerating the "production" of devils.

This way, a devil that originally required at least