"Power... power..." the boy murmured, his voice faltering, his scarlet eyes filled with longing.
"Y-you, who are you?" Han Shuo's sudden intrusion startled the fellows who had been beating the boy, and their leader demanded to know who he was.
In Han Shuo's eyes, those young men were people he could wipe out with a wave of his hand. He ignored their question and merely looked down at the boy he held.
"Han Shuo, what's wrong?" Jiebier arrived gracefully with Haimanna and Xierfu. She looked at his grave expression, not quite understanding his actions.
Such things were all too common in the Abyss Realm. Some of those nearby who noticed the commotion were drawn by the three women's beauty, while also finding it amusing that someone had intervened. They watched with faint smiles.
"Oh! Three beauties!" The young man in charge brightened and whistled brazenly, his eyes roaming over Jiebier and the other two women's bodies with the frivolous air of a spoiled wastrel.
"Child, do you want power?" Ignoring the disturbance around him, Han Shuo continued questioning the stubborn-faced boy whose body was crimson as blood.
"Of course. Of course I want power. But can you give it to me?" The murmuring boy gradually regained his strength. His scarlet eyes stared straight at Han Shuo as he asked in bewilderment.
With a slight smile, Han Shuo set the boy down and reached out a large hand to cover the back of his neck. He released several strands of Demonic Essence into the boy's body, where they began flowing along a mysterious path.
Once Han Shuo's Demonic Essence entered him, the boy's already crimson body became even redder. A faint smell of blood seeped out of him, as though blood were oozing from every pore.
*That's right. It really is