Mephisto took the emblem from Yang Bo. Although it had undergone changes he knew nothing about, he could still sense the sinful souls contained within.
A blue-green light appeared in his hand, and blue-green phantoms flew out of the emblem one after another.
Before long, souls packed the entire space.
"Ooh..."
Mephisto's eyes burned with excitement. With a gentle wave of his hand, all the souls flew toward his enormous true body.
"I knew I was right about you!"
As he spoke, Mephisto took a red gem from inside his clothes and held it out to Yang Bo. "This is an avatar of mine, one without any intelligence. If you run into danger, just crush it."
"Though it's only an avatar, I think it should still buy you some time."
His words were utterly sincere. At that moment, he wanted Yang Bo safe more than anyone else did.
Mostly because the guy was so damn effective.
After all, he wasn't the only Nether Lord with his eye on the Marvel Universe. He had gone to enormous lengths to cultivate a Ghost Rider and send him there, only to collect a hundred or so souls of thugs in an entire year at most.
Yet Yang Bo had amassed over four thousand evil souls in just three or four months. The wicked scent wafting from some of them even made his mouth water.
These were top-quality souls.
Yang Bo reached out and accepted the gem Mephisto offered, his expression saying, That's it?
"Mephisto, you're being way too stingy. Never mind anything else-at the very least, you should give me some local specialties from the Nether."
"And keep an eye out for more spirits of vengeance. The bad guys on my side can hardly wait to come over."
Mephisto nodded repeatedly, a hint