If it were any other rookie hearing Hisith say that the real game was in his Underworld, they would probably "turn pale" from fright. Hisith was called the Underworld King because he possessed the "Underworld". And the "Underworld", as the name suggested, was a world of death.
How much chance could there be in a game in a world of death?
Unfortunately, Shi Xiaobai did not know this. He did not know the dangers of the "Underworld". Even if he knew, he would not feel any fear.
Furthermore, Hisith had addressed himself as "This King" in front of him. Then, to Shi Xiaobai, this was no longer a simple game, but a battle between "kings". As the king of kings, he could not ask for more!
Hence, Shi Xiaobai did not hesitate at all as he stepped into the Door to the Underworld formed by the poker cards.
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What sort of world was the Underworld?
Would it be like Earth, with a vast expanse of land, a vast starry sky, and a bright moon?
After Shi Xiaobai stepped into the Door to the Underworld, he lowered his head to see the black hard ground beneath his feet. He looked up to see the dark purple sky and three scarlet moons of different sizes. When he turned his head, he saw a procession that stretched from one end of his vision to the other end of his vision.
The procession consisted of men and women, old and young. Their eyes were glazed over, as though they were walking corpses. The speed at which they walked was nearly uniform and orderly. It was as though there was something on the other end of his vision attracting them, or it could be said that there was something driving them to the other end of his vision.
Shi Xiaobai had to say that this was very similar to the Underworld.
Shi Xiaobai waited in his spot for a moment as a figure quickly appeared in the distant sky. The figure was flying towards Shi Xiaobai at an extremely fast speed.
When the figure approached, he could see a pair of gigantic bat wings. Its body was nearly wrapped in white bandages. The skin that was exposed was a horrifying purplish-red color. There were some wrinkles on it, as though it had been burnt.
This figure was one of Hisith's seven servants, a calamity fiend at the level of Nine of Diamonds, Mos the Bat.
Mos the Bat flapped its wings and stirred up a whirlwind as it landed in front of Shi Xiaobai.
Shi Xiaobai already knew that Mos would appear, so he was not too surprised. Looking at Mos, who was slowly retracting his bat wings, he said, "Quickly tell This King the rules of the game."
Hisith told Shi Xiaobai in front of the Door to the Underworld that the exact rules of the game would be explained by Mos after he entered the 'Underworld'.
When Mos heard Shi Xiaobai's words, a cold beam flashed in his scarlet eyes. As Hisith's servant, he would often hear Underworld King Hisith address himself as "This King" in the "Underworld". At this moment, seeing a trash at the third level of the Psionic Mortal Realm dare address himself as "This King", he immediately felt a sense of brutality and ruthlessness. However, when he recalled Hisith's instructions, he quickly repressed this ruthlessness.
"Follow me."
Mos' hoarse voice was cold and dry. After saying that, he turned around and walked forward. His walking speed did not seem fast, but in fact, he had opened up a great distance in an instant. In a few seconds, he had reached the end of his vision.
Mos stopped at the end of his vision and slowly turned his head, prepared to wait for the weak human.
"Why did you stop?"
A puzzled voice sounded in his ear. Mos looked down and his pupils constricted slightly. He saw a weak human whose height only reached his abdomen had stopped in front of him at some point in time.
Mos's eyes flickered. He never expected that the human could keep up with his pace. Even though he was only using 10% of his speed, it was already far beyond his expectations.
Mos turned around in silence and proceeded forward once again. This time, he was using 20% of his speed.
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A minute later, Mos turned back.
The human was still behind him. He was blinking his eyes, as though his eyes were telling him not to stop.
A stiff sneer suffused across Mos' lips as he turned around and ran forward once again. This time, he was using 30% of his speed. This was a crushing speed for a weakling at the Psionic Mortal Realm. Mos was slightly worried that he would leave the weak human in the dust.
On the black flat land, two figures were rapidly proceeding forward. Under the desolate crimson moonlight, one in front and one behind, there was no gap between them. The more Mos ran, the more alarmed he became. From time to time, he would hear grumbling, "Not there yet?". It made him feel as though he was running too slowly.
Another minute later, Mos had accelerated to 40%. There was no reason that he could not leave the weak human behind him in the dust.
However …
"Can you be faster? This King is in a hurry! "
Shi Xiaobai's urging voice made Mos stare widely. Mos turned his head and saw that Shi Xiaobai did not look tired at all. Instead, he had a look of disdain. Mos could not help but clench his fists.
For this human to be treated so "seriously" by Master Sith, it was not without reason.
A sneer suffused across Mos' lips as he suddenly accelerated once again. This time, he accelerated to 70%!
At 70% speed, Moss's speed was really as fast as lightning. He only ran for 30 seconds before he immediately stopped. When he turned his head, he did not see the weak but rather fast human in his field of vision.
Mos stood in his spot and waited. The human should be proud of himself for being able to force him to use 70% of his speed.
But after waiting for thirty seconds, there was still no sign of Shi Xiaobai. Mos finally realized that something was amiss. Could the human have gotten lost after being left in the dust? It was indeed easy to lose one's sense of direction in the vast expanse of darkness.
But … could one run in the wrong direction even if they were running in a straight line?
Mos somewhat helplessly flapped his bat wings and flew into the air. He began flying back in search of Shi Xiaobai.
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Shi Xiaobai obviously did not run in the wrong direction. After Mos used 70% of his speed, Shi Xiaobai was barely able to keep up by using Crab Steps at full strength. However, halfway through, Shi Xiaobai heard a voice that reached straight into his soul.
"Save … Save … Save …"
It was a vague voice that constantly repeated the word "save". It sounded extremely weak, but it was filled with intense yearning.
Shi Xiaobai could not help but stop. He realized that he could not ignore the calling of the voice. He could sense the sorrow and desolation contained in the voice. It was as though a life that had been imprisoned for eons was praying for salvation.
Shi Xiaobai could not ignore the voice. He gritted his teeth and allowed Mos to run far away. Midway, he changed directions. He could sense where the voice came from.
Shi Xiaobai quickly charged forward. The voice that was calling for "save" became louder and clearer in his heart. It even seemed to give rise to a hint of joy.
He was getting closer, getting closer …
He had arrived …
Then, Shi Xiaobai saw … a sword! (To be continued.)
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