Tearing...
The dagger stabbed into Hei Hu's neck, followed by a pull, creating a massive tear. Black blood gushed out, and Hei Hu clutched his neck in agony, screaming, soon turning into a puddle of mud. The Black-clothed Men also vanished instantly without a trace. Ye Chen was dumbfounded; were those guys merely an illusion? Just as Ye Chen was puzzled, a voice came from his mind: "Kid, what you saw was only your inner Heart Demon, do you know what you need to do there?"
"I don't know, I was inexplicably brought in by that old witch!" Ye Chen said helplessly.
"Let me tell you, the world you are in has many names, it can be called the tenth layer, or Hell, or the Dark World. But no matter what, you are the master of this world!" The voice startled Ye Chen.
"Ah?! Old man, don't scare me!" Ye Chen shivered all over.
