In the realm of the dead, it was hard for any living person to stay calm.
The cries hidden deep in the darkness and the whispers that kept lingering beside their ears would madly wear away the sanity of the living.
If Chen Ce had not already mastered [Realm of Death] himself, he figured he would have been unable to hold out long ago—even the sanity of someone like LeBlanc was being worn down this badly by the underworld, let alone a young man in his twenties like him.
"At this point, I'm not going to play any petty tricks with you. Let's just turn the conspiracy into an open scheme and lay it out plainly."
"You had better." LeBlanc frowned again.
Chen Ce did not waste words and got straight to the point.
"To be honest, I just want to use my own life to threaten you into fighting those wraiths, thereby draining your stamina and magic power—yes, threaten. Just like I said before, if I die, you'll never get out of the underworld."
"Second, you don't need to worry too much that I'll keep using this to threaten you, wear you down, and then take advantage of your weakness to kill you—I'll say it plainly. My ability is limited. Once a certain fixed amount of time passes, we'll be pulled back to the material realm by the gate to the underworld again. At that point, everything will return to square one, and you'll have the chance to continue your previous plan—whether that's attacking me or extracting the Spirit of the Dragon."
"In short, I just want to use this move to even out the gap between us, so that after we return to the material realm, I won't be killed by you instantly and will at least have