CHAPTER 422 THE PURGATORIAL TRIPOD

The group of human warriors suddenly fell ill at ease as they suddenly felt Cain's existence disappear.

All of them were incredibly on edge.

"Ha-ha, what a bunch of total pathetic nonentities! You cannot even defeat my avatar, how can you

dream about triumphing over me in the flesh?" Cain snickered, boasting at the human warriors.

The real body of Cain flew and landed in front of the group of grand warriors.

"Your... avatar?" one of the warriors asked, his whole body trembling in fear. Several agitated murmurs

grew among the other grand warriors as they started to panic.

Boom!

Out of blue, the twenty grand warriors spewed out blood all over the place. It seemed like they had

been attacked by a force too quick that it could not be seen by the naked eye.

"But no matter, I will grant you all the honor to be killed by me." Cain let out a sigh. He was the one

responsible for the attack on the grand warriors. A dozen shadows of an Invisible Panther then

gradually emerged and rushed back into Cain's body.

Cain strolled leisurely in the air, looking perfectly carefree as he approached the injured grand warriors.

With a wave of his hand, the fruit of the warriors' painstaking work—the Sky Piercing Array—shattered

and vanished into thin air while the pitiful warriors were struck back by a great force.

"Oh no, you're the real Cain!"

"You son of a bitch!"

The warriors wanted to escape but were unable to find any way out. They were sealed inside an

invisible wall like insects trapped inside a glass jar.

"Oh, so now you understand." Cain gave them a sinister smile. "But it's too late to escape."

His demon-like pupils turned fiery red like the beams of a setting sun.

He reached out in front of him and grabbed a three-star grand warrior by the waist. The man started to

panic, eyes widening in fear, unable to move.

"I have been told that the heart of freshly killed human is a real delicacy. How about I eat yours so I can

taste it for myself?" Cain plainly said, poking his finger through the poor grand warrior's chest.

"You must stop this, Cain!" a lady's voice called out from afar.

Her tone had an air of coldness and dignity

"Who is speaking? Show yourself!" demanded Cain.

He swiftly turned around and saw a woman whose beauty was comparable to that of Helen of Troy's—

it was none other than Hailey.

Three more figures soon arrived at the scene—they were Darren and the other two.

"Well, well, look who's here. It looks like someone had broken my spell. So now what? Four more fresh

hearts for my dinner? Wow, I'd like that." Cain peaked out his pointy tongue to lick at his lips.

He immediately threw away the three-star grand warrior that he was holding, who now seemed

unappetizing compared to the newcomers.

"We can talk if you let them go," Hailey unflinchingly said, as stern as always.

"Ha-ha, hilarious!"

Cain burst out laughing.

"Ugh, look at this poor girl. She thinks she has leverage on me. So tell me exactly what are you going

to trade for this bunch of losers?"

"Who said I don't have leverage?" Hailey glanced pointedly at Darren.

Darren came forward holding something in his hand. Hailey waved her hand and a giant ancient vessel

with two loop handles and three legs appeared and was suspended in the air.

"If you kill them, we will destroy your tripod," Hailey coldly said as she glared at Cain.

"My tripod? I've never seen this stupid tripod in my life. Go ahead, why should I care if you destroy it?"

Cain feigned indifference, but his tone sold him out.

"Sure. Why not?" Hailey grinned at him. "Very well then... As you wish." She gave the tripod a slap.

With a rumbling noise, a hairline crack appeared on the surface of the tripod.

"Cain, I'm going to ask you only one more time. Do we have a deal?" Hailey raised her palm, ready to

slap the tripod again.

Cain looked at Hailey, then at the tripod. "Shit," he muttered as a single sweat fell down on his

forehead. "Yes, yes, fine. We have a deal. Now give me my bloody tripod." Cain finally gave in.

"As I expected, this is the Purgatorial Tripod. Cain, you should really work on concealing things," Hailey

teased. She felt so relieved.

Just a while ago, as Hailey was about to leave the place, she found a concealed cave. She decided to

open it despite the danger that was approaching. In the end, her bravery really paid off, because what

she uncovered was the very nest of Cain.

The big discovery spurred her on to dive into a dangerous but rewarding exploration. Hailey was lucky

to have found the ancient tripod in the blood pool at the bottom of the cave.

One of Hailey's hobbies was to read and among the countless books that she had read, she had read

numerous rule cultivation books. Through the knowledge and information that she gained from those

books, she came to the conclusion that the tripod was the Purgatorial Tripod.

She had initially planned to flee with the Purgatorial Tripod, but she heard the blood-curdling scream of

the grand warriors. She changed her plans and returned with a new trump card. When she arrived, she

ran into Darren and the two others in shackles. She freed them and the four of them decided to

confront Cain together.

"And you must unseal my Ancient Void Battlefield!" Darren took the chance to try to bargain, seeing

how much Cain was attached to his tripod.

All the cruelty and violence that Cain had done was all for the Purgatorial Tripod, hoping to gain the

invincibility that it promised. He had too much to lose if he gave up the tripod, and so he had to

compromise.

"Don't overdo it, boy." Cain's voice was as cold as ice.

Darren had expected that response from Cain so he raised his palm and gave the tripod another slap,

right where the initial crack was.

It was like a slap on Cain's face. He bared his teeth in fury because his hands were tied when it came

down to the tripod.

"All right! I will unseal your damned small world." Cain let out a defeated sigh. "And you, you..." He

pointed at the grand warriors. "All of you... Just get the fuck out of my face."

"We will not... We will not leave until you release Hailey and Darren as well!" a three-star grand warrior

feebly said, barely even able to make a coherent sentence. The rest of the other grand warriors were

also weak, but they were people of dignity.

"Don't be a burden and just go." Timothy spoke out.

It was only then did the grand warriors recognize Timothy, the first young master of the Western Desert

Island.

As for the other young man, Abelard, they were not familiar with his face. But the name of the axe that

he was carrying on his back reverberated in their awareness like thunder.

"Oh, I feel so ashamed. The younger generation has surpassed us, the old and the useless. We shall

leave now," sighed a grand warrior.

Jacob rolled his eyes. "Stop talking nonsense already and follow me." He had stepped up and led the

evacuation. The ones who were still in good shape held the severely injured and flew away to safety.

"You two should leave as well," Darren told Timothy and Abelard.

"No, Darren, my friend. I'll stick around," Timothy refused. "So will I. We're not leaving," Abelard

followed. They both wanted to help as much as they could.

Darren wanted to leave with the group, but it was just not practical due to the current circumstances.

Assuming that all of them would leave together, they had to carry the tripod with them. And wherever

the tripod was, Cain was sure to be following closely behind. If so, everyone would never be out of

danger. Someone had to stay behind in order to stall and buy the injured some time to escape and

reach a safe distance.

Someone must be in charge of making sure that the evacuation would be a success.

And that someone must be Hailey—the only person at the scene who was capable of destroying the

tripod.

Timothy and Abelard chose to stick around for a good reason. They had already sent a message to ask

for help. If they fled before the rescue was able to come, the group of powerful warriors would never lay

a finger on Cain. There were rules in the Bottom Spiritual World—a grand warrior above three-star

attacking anyone for no good reason, even if the victim was a demonic monster, was a punishable act.

Their masters wouldn't take a risk of punishment just to save Darren or Hailey. Therefore, Timothy and

Abelard chose to stay to make sure that Cain got what he deserved.

It was the only way they could think of to help everyone, including Hailey and Darren.

"Just go!" Hailey firmly shouted. She then immediately blew the three men away from her. It was only

Hailey, Cain, and the tripod left now.

"Thank you, woman. Thank you for being so considerate and noble. How else would I have had my

Purgatorial Tripod back?" Cain howled with laughter, voice looming behind Hailey. "What?" Hailey's

face furrowed into a scowl.

She whipped around and there it was, the tripod on Cain's palm.

"Watch out!" Darren shouted from afar. Hailey looked at her empty palm, her face turned as white as a Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

sheet.

While the four of them were still in shock, a ghostly green shadow appeared next to Cain—it was his

avatar. The beast took away the tripod when Hailey was distracted by the argument between Darren

and the other two.

If she had not blown Darren and the other two away, she would have possibly detected the

approaching avatar. Hailey suddenly regretted doing so, but there was nothing left to be done about it.

Losing the tripod, now they were back to square one.

"Oh, you pitiful, weak nonentities. Let me do you a favor and end your pathetic life!" Cain roared. Fiery

red veins crawled on his once good looking face, shattering it.