In a dense forest, deep beneath the earth.
Su Mo sat cross-legged, holding the Chaos Lightning Bell, which was about the size of a chicken egg, in the palm of his hand.
His soul power entered the Chaos Lightning Bell, condensing into a phantom body.
At this moment, Crimson Nether Soul Lord had sustained quite heavy injuries, his entire body bound by chains transformed from the Chaos Divine Lightning and wrapped in a vast amount of world force, suppressing him so that he could not move at all.
"Crimson Nether Soul Lord, I need a favor from you!"
Su Mo said with a smile.
"What favor?"
Crimson Nether Soul Lord's face turned gloomy, a blazing fury flashing in his pupils.
"I'll borrow your small world for a use!"
Su Mo said in a deep voice.
"Small world?"
Hearing this, Crimson Nether Soul Lord was stunned for a moment, then immediately shouted in anger, "Su Mo, since I've fallen into your hands, you can kill or torture me however you please. Is it really necessary for you to humiliate this Soul Lord?"
Hearing that Su Mo wanted his small world, Crimson Nether Soul Lord believed that Su Mo was seeking revenge to cripple his cultivation and then humiliate him further.
Seeing this, Su Mo pondered for a moment and said earnestly, "Crimson Nether Soul Lord, I can give you a chance to survive if you leave your small world behind."
Su Mo did not directly devour and refine him. These were extraordinary times, and he worried that things might backfire if the opponent could not withstand it and chose to detonate himself directly.
After all, he was unsure how much Crimson Nether Soul Lord's soul had recovered over the years.
The scene of Grand Dao Heavenly Monarch's small world self-detonating back