Claiming His Payment

Deep within the Gods and Devils Battlefield, in the heart of the High Antiquity Devil Race realm.

A man with black spiral horns on his forehead was surrounded by eerie blue flames. The flames were extremely hot, and anyone who got too close would feel as if they could melt them completely. However, the man seemed completely unaffected.

If someone were to get closer to look, they would see that he was bound by huge chains, and his feet were firmly pinned to the altar, preventing him from moving an inch.

Golden runes flowed intermittently on the black chains binding him, leaving burn marks on his body with the slightest movement.

Such terrible torment would probably be unbearable for anyone else in no time, but the man in front of me has endured it for tens of thousands of years.

A clear bell rang, temporarily breaking the silence. A barefoot woman draped in black veil slowly walked over, the bells on her ankles ringing incessantly.

The man in the flames frowned slightly and looked up at him. "Boruo, what are you doing here?"

"Look how stupid you are! You're locked up in here, and you're still thinking about running away. Can't you just behave yourself?" The woman named Boruo leaned against a pillar, looking at the man with contempt and disgust.

"Behave yourself? You're telling me to behave yourself? Then who was it that secretly left the Devil Domain, sneaked off to the Dragon Race, and even had a child with our enemy? What, you think you're behaving yourself after all that?" The man's sharp gaze swept over them, full of resentment and unwillingness.

Boruo's expression changed slightly. She had indeed genuinely wanted to use that child to destroy the Dragon Race. However, she hadn't expected that Xuan Yu had seen through everything she did and that she had successfully fallen into his trap.

If it weren't for that last child noticing something and carefully reminding her, she probably would have really died at the hands of those Dragon Race.

Having returned to the Devil Domain, she failed her mission and was shunned by the other Devil Race.

So what if she is a princess of the Devil Race? There are too many royals in the Devil Race. Isn't the one in front of you also a crown prince, yet he is still locked in flames and cannot escape?

Over the years, Boruo had long lost her former ambition and no longer yearned for freedom. In her view, the Devil Race's struggles would only hasten their demise.

"Speak!" the man said impatiently. "What exactly did you come to see me for?"

Boruo pulled herself out of her reverie and looked up at the man. "The monsters you created have all been killed. And sadly, none of the Dragon Race leaders perished in battle; even the young clan leaders all left safely."

"That's impossible!" Upon hearing this, the man's first reaction was disbelief.

When he received these variants from that man, he knew that these monsters were even more terrifying than high-level Devil Race, and could not be easily eliminated.

Not long ago, he ordered the release of the most powerful demonic bird, specifying that it was to take the heads of several clan leaders, and he also deployed almost all the low-level Devil Creature he could.

Did his plan go wrong?

The man looked up at Boruo, trying to see if she was guilty.

But Boruo remained as lazy as ever, unchanged from before.

Boruo laughed, "Nothing is impossible. You've been deceived. That person has no ability to lead us out of here. You've already arranged for all the low-level Devil Race to leave, and there aren't many high-level Devil Race left either. You can only choose between the Upper Realm and the Lower Realm. If you continue to waste resources like this, you'll truly have no bargaining chips left."

Even with the mutants sent by the mysterious figure, the number of Devil Race is still limited.

The environment of the Devil Domain is so harsh that most of the power of the high-level Devil Race is used to construct this world, so as not to let the mark left by that ancient god harm them.

If this continues, the Devil Domain will be nothing but an empty shell.

"Let's make this clear first, I won't give you any of my soldiers. If you're truly capable, then rescue Heaven Swallower to help you. I will seal the consciousness of my soldiers and not participate in your struggles. But don't worry, when you are completely defeated and about to face death, I will come out to save you... Brother." After saying this, Boruo Ruo slowly left the stone chamber with light steps.

The sound of the bells gradually faded into the distance, and as the man watched his sister's figure slowly disappear, his worry grew stronger.

Did he really do something wrong?

But all he wanted was for the Devil Race to escape this endless hell, to regain their freedom. Was that wrong?

He couldn't figure it out, and soon stopped thinking about it.

Before that, another unfamiliar presence appeared around him.

"How pitiful... Even your own sister has betrayed you, who else can you rely on, Your Futu?"

The person draped in a black robe concealed himself completely, not daring to expose an inch of skin, as if afraid that the blue flames would burn him.

The man named Futu turned his head and looked over. He quickly recognized the person in front of him as the one who had given him the alien species and helped him open the passage to the Lower Realm.

Didn't he already leave? Why is he back so soon?

Futu remained wary of this person. Despite being Human Race, he was single-mindedly pursuing the extinction of Human Race. Even Futu, a Devil Race, found such a person terrifying. This made him even more wary of him.

"What are you doing here? Wasn't our deal already over?" Futu stared coldly at the man in black robes.

He seemed to have used some means to make his voice sound exceptionally unnatural, "Yes, the transaction is over, but I suddenly remembered that I haven't yet asked Your Highness for some payment, so I've come again."

"Reward?" Futu clearly remembered that their accounts had been settled. "What kind of reward do you want?"

The man laughed, "Of course, Your Highness, it's your life!"

Suddenly, the man in black robes stepped onto the altar, and with a single stride, he leaped over the raging flames and appeared before the Futu.

Before Futu could even react with surprise, a sharp pain shot through his chest.

Futu looked down and saw a pale but powerful hand reaching deep into his chest, slowly pulling out his heart.

The hand showed no signs of burning even in the raging flames, and in no time at all, the man in black robes had taken Futu's heart.

"Aren't you afraid of the wrathful flames..." The life force of the Futu was slowly fading away.

He stared intently at the person in front of him, desperately trying to see what they looked like, but it was all in vain.

In his dying moments, Futu grabbed the black-robed man's robes, using his last ounce of strength to cry out, "You are not Human Race, you are not... you are... an immortal..."

He never imagined that the person who took the initiative to seek cooperation with him had already transcended the mortal body and was a complete immortal!

Therefore, he truly made a mistake; his choice pushed the Devil Race into the abyss of destruction...