CHAPTER 427 AARON IS OUT (PART TWO)

"Here he comes." As the red light grew brighter and they fell closer and closer towards it, Hailey

blubbered with a trembling voice.

Hearing her erratic voice, Darren and the rest of the group turned their faces back at Hailey and saw a

black ray of light quickly fly over before halting at less than a thousand feet from them. They couldn't

believe their eyes. All of them were confused as to what the black ray of light was.

To their amazement, it was the little boy. He stood there with his completely dark eyes fixed on them.

There was something odd about how he stared at them with his black eyes. The dark aura that he had

was also eerie as if it was one of the most mysterious places in the world. The way he flexed his

shoulders and clenched his fists made the group realized that he was ready to swallow them up at any

time. The fright made their hairs stand on ends.

"How are you doing, brother?"

The little boy grinned mischievously, just like the Cheshire cat, which gave them a creepy feeling.

Worst was, his voice sounded like a ghastly ghoul, creepy yet annihilating.

Like a block of ice broke from being frozen, Darren suddenly transpired in a cold sweat and said

gingerly, "I saved you before, don't you remember? Could you please spare us for now? Leave us

alone and let us live."

"Yes, you saved me, brother. That is the reason why I always wanted to repay you," the boy replied

calmly.

"Mr. Little Boy, how about you stay away from Darren? That would be enough to repay him," suggested

Abelard with a hesitant and quivering voice. He was trying very hard to ensconce the trembling of his This belongs to - ©.

knees, yet his voice betrayed him.

"Poof!"

Hearing the words "Mr. Little Boy," Darren and Timothy could not help but give a little giggle amidst the

heavily tensed atmosphere. It seemed that Abelard was somewhat frightened, too, so he had no idea

about the words that came out of his mouth.

As the little boy heard Abelard's words, he felt humiliated and underestimated. Thus, he released a

cold aura towards Abelard, threatening to kill him directly.

Whoosh!

In a fraction of a second, Darren flew before Abelard, protecting him from the freezing blow. Thanks to

the armor on his body, Darren successfully resisted the terrible aura. Without Darren and his armor,

Abelard would have been killed—helpless and lifeless!

"Stop talking!" still dazed and shocked, Darren whispered to the people behind him while looking at the

little boy warily. Everyone went vigilant and cautious at the same time. They made themselves ready in

case the little boy would give another unexpected attack.

Thankful that he was still alive while hearing his own heart throbbing at the same time, Abelard shrank

away from the boy and curled up behind Darren, never daring to repeat a word. The confidence that he

had earlier in confronting the little boy was replaced with foreboding and fear of him.

"Your name is Aaron, right?" intending to divert the little boy's attention, Darren asked tentatively.

"Yes!" The cold aura in the little boy's voice weakened a little as he answered Darren's question.

"I do not need you to repay me anything, Aaron. You are free now, so if you can get out of here, just

leave, please! The outside world is vast and exciting. I bet you will love it out there." Though Darren did

not know what would happen if the little boy went out, he had no other choice.

In his head, he thought that if the little boy would mess around in the outside world, maybe the law

enforcers of the Medium Spiritual World would notice. They might be able to deal with the little boy.

"No, I just want you to die, brother." The little boy shook his head, and his words pierced through

Darren like a double sharped blade.

"Screw you!" infuriated at the moment, Darren roared. He was furious and helpless, yet he continued to

say, "What kind of creature are you? Why don't you just let me go? Damn it! What have I done wrong to

you? What benefits will you get if I die? Tell me!"

As the little boy saw Darren's angry look, he involuntarily stepped backward. His face suddenly grew

pale and horror-stricken.

"But... How?"

The little boy stammered and paused as he saw the red light below, shining more brightly. A rumbling

and shaking sound was heard from beneath them.

Everyone, including Darren, looked down at the approaching red glowing light. They saw the hot flames

blazing up. Alas! They were in a magma chamber.

"It is so hot!"

Except for Darren, the other three felt like they were about to melt.

"I have managed to grasp the flame intent and formed them into a solid core in my elixir field. That

might be the reason why I can resist part of the heat." Darren realized the cause when he felt the lively

flames attached to the blade core in his elixir field. The flames were skipping actively.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

One by one, the bodies of the resentful revenants who were slaughtered by the little boy fell into the

boiling lava. Occasionally, some of the revenants who were not killed were also thrown off into the lava.

Dead or alive, they suffered the same end, helpless and vulnerable at the sweltering lake of fire.

As for Darren, the moment he sensed that the three people beside him could no longer stand the heat,

he tried to mobilize the flame intent to surround them. He did that with the hope that it would somehow

relieve and help them resist the unbearably hot furnace.

"Hmm, I feel much better now. What is going on?" questioned Timothy, feeling a little relieved and

cooled by now.

"Oh, I see! It is the flame intent in your body. That is protecting us. Am I right, Darren?" asked Abelard.

Right at the same time, Timothy and Abelard looked at Darren in surprise. The fact that Darren was

able to acquire and cultivate the flame intent right now shocked them.

"Thank you!" wiping the sweat off her forehead, Hailey said, nodding at Darren. She was grateful to the

warrior for helping them bear with the scalding heat.

"That is good news for me if the flame intent works," with a sad smile on his face, Darren responded

softly. Then, with a forlorn look, he cast his eyes to the distance.

While everyone was silent, as they were thinking of ways on how to escape the fervid torture, the little

boy fell to the dancing flames. His descent was so fast that they noticed that he was not paying any

attention to Darren any more. Yet, his dark, maleficent eyes were fixed in a particular direction.