The rumbling shook the heavens, deafening to the ear.
The entire Black Prison World trembled violently beneath Lin Bai's sword. The heinous criminals imprisoned elsewhere in the Black Prison could not help opening their eyes and looking toward Flame Mountain, their gazes filled with terror.
Fu Qingshuang, Yin Jiuling, and the others swiftly flew toward the source of the sound. When they drew near, they discovered that a volcano spewing torrents of lava had been cleaved in two by a single sword strike. At that moment, two figures walked out through the crack left by the sword—the two were none other than Lin Bai and Lin Duo.
Lin Duo's meridians had been shattered, and he had endured endless torment. His dantian was damaged, his divine pill cracked, and his strength was less than one ten-thousandth of its peak. Now, even moving was difficult for him, and Lin Bai could only carry him by the shoulder as they slowly walked out of Flame Mountain.
Lin Bai supported Lin Duo with his left arm. In his right hand, a tiny flame danced, and within it, the faint figure of a woman could be seen.
At this moment, the woman's figure within the flame was gazing dreamily at Lin Bai. Her beautiful eyes glittered like starlight, as though she had seen a peerless hero!
"My son is amazing!" Li Subai cheered excitedly.
Covered in wounds and suffering terribly, Lin Duo said, "He still has one percent of the bearing I had in my younger days!"
"One percent? Who was it that was driven into such a sorry state by the Central Sacred Nation back then, running east and west and spending every day fleeing for his life..." Li Subai pursed her lips.
"Ahem, ahem..." Hearing this, Lin Duo's chest heaved violently. He glared