"Young man, I felt your despair."
"And your towering hatred and greed drew me here."
"Embrace the darkness, and you will possess power surpassing all else. You can destroy anyone you wish to destroy. Those who humiliated you will surely pay the price."
Voices rang out, echoing in Su Ming's ears.
Su Ming was gravely wounded and had burned away too much of his life essence. His consciousness was already hazy, and all he could see before him was a drifting black shadow, like a Netherworld Wraith.
"You... who are you?"
Su Ming endured the agonizing pain, intending to rise and greet the visitor. But his severe injuries, coupled with the secret art that had burned his essence, had left him unable even to stand. His pitiful state inspired sorrow.
"You need not concern yourself with who I am."
"You need only know that I can help you take revenge."
"And you will take that revenge with your own hands, wielding power beyond all wonder to crush every enemy."
The shadow's voice was eerily ghostlike, impossible to distinguish as male or female. It was deeply seductive, as though it could guide another person's mind.
Even though Su Ming harbored doubts, the moment he recalled Ye Tian severing his right arm, hatred surged within him. His fury made his hair stand on end, and his eyes reddened, blood seeping from them.
He already regarded Ye Tian as his lifelong enemy. So long as he could kill Ye Tian, he was willing to pay any price.
The vengeance owed for his severed arm could not coexist beneath the same sky!
"I! I'm willing!"
"As long as you can help me kill Ye Tian, I'm willing to pay any price."
Su Ming clenched his teeth and spoke darkly, his expression twisted with agony.