Deep within the Netherworld Underworld lay a vision of purgatory, the stark opposite of Spirit City's light and peace.
Dense black mist, like congealed ink, flowed and coiled between the hells; dark green venom constantly seeped from the walls, dripping onto the ground with a corrosive hiss.
The air reeked of intertwined decay and blood. Piercing wails rose and fell through the darkness, each filled with such extreme agony that they could make anyone shudder.
Within the sixth level, Copper Pillar Hell, red-hot copper pillars stood in the darkness. Flames leaped wildly, licking the scorching copper surfaces and radiating searing waves of heat that baked the entire space like a furnace.
Bare-chested, Tang Hao was bound tightly to one of the copper pillars by thick iron chains. The burning copper scorched his skin, leaving patches of charred flesh, and the smell of burning skin and meat filled the air.
Yet he clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and refused to let out even a single groan.
Sweat slid down his sharply defined cheeks, only to evaporate the instant it touched the air, turning into wisps of white vapor.
Tang San's face kept surfacing in his mind. He was the sole conviction that kept Tang Hao going.
Little San... just hold on for another month, and your father will be able to come find you.
He silently repeated to himself,
Then father and son will join forces and make Spirit Hall repay its blood debts in blood!
He did not know that Wang Jiu was carefully looking after Tang San in Holy Soul Village, nor that Spirit Hall's power had grown ever stronger, even introducing the soul spirit system and completely changing the relationship between soul masters and soul beasts.
All he knew was that Tang San was the