Accept the Evil God's Power!

The entire cell seemed to tremble at that moment, and the black vortex began to collapse under the impact of the Light Sword.

However, Zhao Chaohe did not give up. A mad glint flashed in his eyes as he formed even more complex hand seals.

"The Evil God has descended!" Zhao Chaohe roared, and a black figure suddenly rushed out of the black vortex.

It was a tall and ferocious phantom, exuding a strong aura of evil.

It opened its blood-red maw and roared at Wang Huan.

Wang Huan was startled, but he did not back down.

He gripped his Light Sword tightly and charged towards the black phantom.

However, he discovered that Zhao Chaohe's strength had increased considerably!

He gradually lost ground.

Zhao Chaohe's figure appeared unusually eerie in the night. He was surrounded by a thick aura of darkness, and black Curse Script danced across his body, shimmering with an evil light.

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on Wang Huan before him, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

Although Wang Huan was filled with fighting spirit, he still felt powerless in the face of Zhao Chaohe's Evil God Power.

He gripped the slightly dull sword in his hand tightly, the tip pointing at Zhao Chaohe, trying his best to look less disheveled.

"Wang Huan, your struggles are futile." Zhao Chaohe's voice was cold and mocking. "The power of the Evil God is beyond your imagination. It's not too late for you to surrender now."

Wang Huan didn't speak. He took a deep breath and concentrated his power into the tip of the sword.

He knew this was his last chance, and no matter the outcome, he would give it his all.

The battle was about to begin, and Wang Huan launched the first attack. He moved like lightning, thrusting his sword at Zhao Chaohe.

However, Zhao Chaohe simply waved his hand, and a black barrier blocked Wang Huan's attack.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Chaohe launched a counterattack.

He moved swiftly, appearing behind Wang Huan in an instant, and struck Wang Huan's back with a palm.

Although Wang Huan turned to defend himself in time, he was still sent flying backward by Zhao Chaohe's force.

He fell heavily to the ground, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

He knew that the gap in strength between himself and Zhao Chaohe was too great, and continuing to fight would only be futile.

However, Wang Huan did not give up. He struggled to his feet and charged at Zhao Chaohe again.

However, this time he was in an even worse predicament, with every attack easily neutralized by Zhao Chaohe.

Zhao Chaohe watched Wang Huan's struggling figure, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

He no longer held back and launched an even more ferocious attack.

Wang Huan was overwhelmed and exhausted by Zhao Chaohe's attacks.

Just as Wang Huan was about to be defeated by Zhao Chaohe, he suddenly felt a mysterious power surging from within his body.

This powerful and mysterious force allowed him to temporarily withstand Zhao Chaohe's attack.

However, this force came and went quickly, and Wang Huan was soon defeated again by Zhao Chaohe.

He lay on the ground, gazing at the sky, his eyes filled with despair.

Looking at Wang Huan lying on the ground, Zhao Chaohe felt a surge of murderous intent.

However, at that moment, he suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.

He looked up and saw a crack suddenly appear in the sky, from which a powerful suction force emanated.

"Oh no, someone's coming!" Zhao Chaohe was startled; he knew he couldn't stay here any longer.

He glanced at Wang Huan lying on the ground, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, but ultimately turned and left.

As Zhao Chaohe left, that mysterious power re-emerged, enveloping Wang Huan's body.

His figure gradually blurred and eventually disappeared into the Central District.

The crack seemed to connect to another unknown world, exuding a deep and eerie aura.

One foot stepped out steadily and powerfully, like a giant beast breaking free from its restraints in the abyss, carrying a force not to be underestimated.

Ye Jing appeared as if a god had descended from the heavens. He was dressed in a Black Robe, his face was cold and stern, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

He looked around; the air was filled with the evil and chilling aura unique to Evil God, an aura that sent shivers down his spine.

Ye Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his palm, and an invisible force condensed in his palm. With a gentle wave, the Evil God Aura in that area quickly dissipated like morning mist illuminated by sunlight.

"Evil God, you finally couldn't resist showing your true colors." Ye Jing's lips curled into a mocking smile. His voice was cold and firm, exuding an undeniable authority.

Then, he disappeared into the crack once again, as if merging into this void.

In the Town Heaven Pass prison cell, Wang Huan collapsed to the ground, covered in wounds.

He struggled to lift his head, looking towards the direction of the next cell, his eyes filled with gratitude and awe.

"Thank you, senior. If it weren't for you, I would have been discovered by my master!" His voice was weak and trembling, but his tone was full of determination and gratitude.

"You're welcome. Lie down, I'll heal your wounds." That seductive voice rang out again, like a spring breeze, making one feel warm and comfortable.

Wang Huan lay down without hesitation and closed his eyes.

Then, a crimson mist appeared above him and slowly merged into his body.

As the mist seeped in, Wang Huan's injuries began to heal slowly, and his complexion gradually regained its rosy hue.

However, when he reopened his eyes, a hint of doubt and unease flashed within them. "Senior, I..." He hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Senior, it seems I've been corrupted by Evil God!"

"Oh? Tell me about the power within you." The old man in the next cell spoke in a calm and deep voice. Beneath his disheveled hair, his eyes were bloodshot, but his expression was unusually mocking.

"It was a very powerful force that made me feel extremely uncomfortable..." Wang Huan tried his best to describe the feeling.

"I knew you had some strange power hidden within you," the old man interrupted Wang Huan. "But don't worry, it doesn't seem like it will erupt anytime soon. Let's investigate the truth of this matter first." His voice was full of confidence and determination, which calmed Wang Huan's anxiety somewhat.

"Tell me everything that just happened, word for word," the old man continued.

"Okay, senior." Wang Huan took a deep breath and began to recount what had just happened. He described the appearance of the Evil God, his own panic, and the appearance and help of the mysterious person...

The old man listened quietly to Wang Huan's story without interrupting him.

After listening, he remained silent for a while before saying, "Very good, you should rest well first. I need to think about this matter carefully." After that, he didn't say anything more.

Wang Huan also felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him and quickly fell into a deep sleep. Meanwhile, the old man in the next cell sat quietly, his eyes gleaming with a scarlet light, as if deep in thought.

Meanwhile, in a corner of Town Heaven Pass, a Dark Shadow silently flew out.