"Pick up the pace. Don't even think about trying anything."
Dao Lord Taichu knew the black-clothed man was no decent person, so he kept speaking harshly to keep him under pressure.
"Hahaha! Heaven is helping me! I'm only one step away from taking human form!"
Inside the mountain cave, the Yao Snake King laughed wildly with half his body coiled in the magma. Suddenly, he spewed out a massive blast of fire that struck the mountain wall opposite him, instantly blasting a huge hole into it.
Sensing Dao Lord Taichu's growing impatience, the black-clothed man knew his chance had come and led him onward at greater speed.
"We're almost there, almost there! It's right ahead!"
The black-clothed man ran faster and faster. Dao Lord Taichu sensed that something was wrong and immediately chanted an incantation.
"Ah!"
The black-clothed man cried out. One of his hands was severed directly by the Heavenly Spirit Lock, blood spraying from his arm. He lowered his head to look at it, his face turning ashen as unbearable pain wracked his body.
"I told you long ago not to try any tricks. You brought this on yourself."
Watching blood spray from his arm, Dao Lord Taichu showed not the slightest sympathy and spoke coldly.
"Don't get too smug. Just wait. I'll make you wish you were dead."
The black-clothed man muttered silently to himself.
"Stop screaming and keep moving. Try anything else, and you'll lose your other hand too."
Dao Lord Taichu believed the black-clothed man would not dare try any more tricks. If he lost both hands, he would not even be able to wield a weapon in the future. For a cultivator, that would make him useless.
The black-clothed man had no choice. He was now someone else's captive, and he had to do