Death Has Rules (III)

It was a woman's voice, but that wasn't the point. It sounded somewhat familiar, but that didn't matter either. What truly tormented him was the information contained in her laughter.

Especially when the words "Mister Luo" came out. The dozen or so words that naturally followed became sharp carving knives, cutting back and forth through his heart, forcibly carving out a face!

Ronan!

That young face, transformed from a human-faced relief, seemed carved into the tip of his heart, staring coldly at him as though mocking this old fool who refused to accept reality!

At that moment, agitation surged through Gong Qi's mind, impossible to cut away or extinguish.

Those piercing words were merely the trigger. The more practical reason was that this Lava Cave had become a field governed by the laws of the Blood Soul Temple. The extreme despair and fury originating from the battlefield possessed a powerful ability to infect and assimilate.

That Fire God Ant Nest vaguely resembled the structure of the Blood Soul Temple.

Gong Qi vaguely remembered the relevant records. The physical construction of the Blood Soul Temple had never achieved such a feat—not after the Blood Flame Order split apart, nor even at the height of its power. Yet now it had taken shape, becoming a prearranged battlefield, a laid trap, one specifically meant for him...

What utter bullshit!

Within such a field, everyone else was disturbed and suppressed, while the Blood Flame Order's lineage could draw endless power from it.

And among the main and branch lines of the Blood Flame Order, there was only one woman capable of controlling this field...

Gong Qi forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart and shifted his gaze. Below and to one side, amid the roiling, boiling lava surrounding the Fire God Ant Nest, a