Realm of the Night God

Chapter 619: Confronting Death

The Ink Glasses Man arrived in front of him, and Yang Haoran didn't feel the slightest surprise, because in his heart, he believed that the Ink Glasses Man should hate Boss Huo even more, so he would save Boss Huo for last to torture.

The reason for putting the two Underworld Envoys at the back was naturally to apply even greater psychological pressure, causing more suffering, so as to bring them more pain within a limited time.

Seeing the Ink Glasses Man appear in front of him, Yang Haoran's heart became even more calm.

From the moment he set foot on this path, he had made up his mind to die a miserable death at someone else's hands. He could kill others, and others could naturally kill him. Whether he died at someone else's hands or someone else died at his hands, it all depended on their respective skills.

He had killed others, and he didn't feel guilty. Similarly, if he died at someone else's hands, he wouldn't hate or feel wronged. He could only blame himself for not being good enough, and not others.

Earlier, he had been anxious and had some expectations, but as he saw others die one by one, his mood became calm, without anxiety or expectation.

With his heart calm, his "death machine" brain seemed to have restarted.

Faced with this desperate situation, he didn't give up or have the thought of "breaking the pot and sinking the boat" (idiom: to make a bad situation worse). He was still thinking of a way to escape, and in his view, as long as he wasn't dead, anything could happen, and he shouldn't feel hopeless.

"I actually wanted to imprison you two and torture you slowly, but you're lucky because of the divine envoy's mercy, and you'll suffer less."

The Ink Glasses Man played with the dagger in his hand, with a ferocious smile, looking at Yang Haoran as he spoke.However, Yang Haoran's reaction made him very uncomfortable.

He had put Yang Haoran and Boss Huo last to deal with, wanting to use the deaths of others to torture the two, to stimulate them, and he wanted to see the two being scared out of their wits.

But what he didn't expect was that Yang Haoran's expression at this time was extremely calm, without a trace of fear or hatred on his face, which was not what he wanted to see.

"Heh heh, it's already this late, and you still have the mood to pretend, but you're pretending quite well."

The Ink Glasses Man laughed, then with a ruthless smile, he fiercely stabbed the dagger into Yang Haoran's body.

The dagger entered his body, and Yang Haoran slightly furrowed his brow, then his brow relaxed, and his expression returned to calm. A thread of fresh blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

After successfully stabbing Yang Haoran, the Ink Glasses Man let go of his body, and the spirit master behind him took a step forward, grasping the dagger, ready to pull it out and stab again, but was stopped by the Ink Glasses Man.

"Wait a minute."

Although he didn't know what the Ink Glasses Man wanted to do, since the Ink Glasses Man had spoken, the spirit master naturally didn't dare say anything, and immediately stopped.

The Ink Glasses Man stopped the spirit master because he saw Yang Haoran's facial expression return to calm, which in his view was a naked challenge.

"Let me do it, I feel like I can stab him again."

Earlier, the Ink Glasses Man had only stabbed each of the five people once, then handed them over to other spirit masters to play with, because the young woman had said clearly, one person, one stab.

However, facing Yang Haoran, he made an exception.

The spirit master didn't foolishly question the Ink Glasses Man, and without hesitation, he quickly retreated a step, making way for the Ink Glasses Man to take action.

The Ink Glasses Man let out a strange laugh, pulled out the dagger stuck in Yang Haoran's body, then aimed at Yang Haoran's abdomen and stabbed again, twisting the dagger a few times with a ferocious smile.

Yang Haoran winced in pain, his eyebrows furrowing again, and this time they were even more deeply creased than before. However, his expression soon returned to normal, although a cold sweat had broken out on his forehead, and his face was slightly pale.

The Ink Glasses Man's smile froze on his face, and Yang Haoran's reaction had ignited anger in his heart.

As for the young woman on the high platform, she......

Her expression had always been very calm, like an outsider watching everything, but now she was slightly frowning.

The reason for her frown was unclear - was it because Yang Haoran's reaction made her uncomfortable, or because the Ink Glasses Man had disobeyed her orders, making her feel her authority was being challenged, or was it both?

"You killed him by yourself, how can others enjoy the thrill?"

The young woman spoke lightly, and the Ink Glasses Man, upon hearing this, hesitated for a moment. He had wanted to stab Yang Haoran a few more times, but he had to give up the idea, turned the dagger a few times, and then sheathed it, before turning to bow to the young woman.

"Divine Envoy, please don't blame me. I didn't intentionally disobey your orders. It's just that my hatred in my heart made me unable to resist wanting to stab him a few more times."

The young woman's face was indifferent, and she nodded slightly, saying lightly, "Continue, don't waste my time."

The Ink Glasses Man nodded, then looked at the next spirit master.

"It's your turn. You can be a bit more ruthless, don't worry. He looks like he can take the pain."

The spirit master bowed respectfully, then approached Yang Haoran again, pulling out a dagger and stabbing him fiercely.

Fresh blood flowed, already soaking the ground beneath Yang Haoran's body. He didn't care about the Ink Glasses Man watching from the side, nor the spirit master who was currently attacking him. Although his body was getting weaker, his mind was becoming clearer under the stimulation of the intense pain.

Suddenly, a spiritual light flashed in his mind, and he thought of a way to escape.

Currently, his body was unable to move, and his Yin spirit power was sealed, so he couldn't resist or activate the escape talisman in his pocket.

The young woman's method had prevented them from using their abilities to escape or contacting other helpers through phone or other means.

However, before the young woman appeared, Yang Haoran had already sensed something was off, so for safety's sake, he had secretly made a phone call earlier.

This phone number had been set up by him before he came to the Hongyu Cement Factory tonight......

He had dialed the number.

Although his mobile phone was in his pocket, and he hadn't spoken to it, he believed the other party should understand his intentions. And the phone call he made wasn't to anyone else, but to his direct superior, Luo Yao!

Earlier, he had been looking forward to it because he was waiting for Luo Yao to arrive. However, until the Ink Glasses Man appeared in front of him, Luo Yao still hadn't arrived, and his anticipation had disappeared.

He didn't know if Luo Yao would come, but he knew he couldn't continue to wait for death, waiting to be slaughtered by the other party. Even if he was killed, Luo Yao might not appear.

So, he felt he had to do something, no matter what, he couldn't just sit and wait for death.

At this time, he thought of a way to escape. He couldn't activate the escape talisman because his Yin spirit power was sealed. If he could convert his Yin spirit power to Talisman Spirit Power, would he be able to regain his strength?

If this method could really allow him to regain his strength, then he could activate the escape talisman and use it to escape.

He still had a sealed elixir in his body, which was specifically used to repair physical body injuries. When activating the escape talisman to escape, he could unseal the elixir and repair his physical body injuries.

If the escape talisman was broken during the escape, and his physical body was destroyed, he still had a chance to escape, which was the Spirit Transformation he had cultivated. If his soul could escape, then he would still have a chance to rise again, not truly dying!

However, the success rate of this method was too low. If the young woman weren't here, he would have a high chance of escaping, but with her present, he felt his chances of success were almost zero.

He was very clear that the success rate was almost zero, but he had no choice. Even if the success rate was completely zero, he would still try.

Because this time, he wasn't fighting for a miracle, but to give himself a chance to settle his affairs before death.