Pick Your Poison

Davis handed the Six-Headed Hydra's soul back to Myria.

She wisped her soul force out and let the Six-Headed Hydra's soul float while three hundred and sixty tiny needles kept him in a pincushion hold, making him scream out in pain.

He arrived before Empress Hexena Xylusc, taking a good look at her.

She was as beautiful as the day he last saw her, elegant and refined. She was clad in a dark purple robe, and her hair was tied up in a bun while the rest freely fell. The shape of her eyes was just like Evelynn's sexy eyes.

Empress Hexena Xylusc also stared at him, her cheeks taking on a rosy hue as she remembered talking like she was a wise person in front of him, full of knowledge and power, but within a few years, he had already grown into a powerful cultivator who could rule the Lower Realms.

In fact, he had conquered two realms with his forces.