Published: January 31, 2025
Although the abyss flame was wrapped, Qin Chen still felt the terrifying power contained within.
Immediately, Qin Chen looked toward the nearby Prison Dragon Great Emperor. With a casual wave of his hand, a deafening roar erupted, and a terrifying Thunder Power instantly swept out, enveloping the Prison Dragon Great Emperor.
In the next moment, the abyss flame that shrouded the Prison Dragon Great Emperor melted away like white snow under the scorching sun.
Boom!
In an instant, the abyss flames surrounding the entire Abyssal Altar vanished without a trace.
The agonizing pain on the Prison Dragon Great Emperor's body disappeared, and he stared in shock at the scene before him. After a moment of hesitation, he hurriedly approached Qin Chen and respectfully bowed, "Prison Dragon pays his respects to Young Master Chen..."
At that moment, he was completely convinced by Qin Chen, his heart filled with astonishment.
That was the abyss flame! Previously, he had been engulfed by it and could not resist at all; his entire being felt as if it was burning like oil in a pot, utterly uncontrollable.
Yet with just a wave of Qin Chen's hand, the abyss flame on him vanished instantly. This was simply outrageous.
Before Qin Chen, the Prison Dragon Great Emperor lowered his head, respectful as an old servant, without a hint of disdain in his heart.
Previously, he had addressed Qin Chen as Young Master Chen merely due to the reminder from the Emperor of the Underworld, but now, it was genuine reverence.
"Mm." Qin Chen nodded, glancing at the Prison Dragon Great Emperor, noticing that he was covered in scars, the result of years of suppression that had broken his dragon scales, leaving wounds all over.
Some of those wounds revealed exposed bones, and even his internal organs could be seen. From the bloody wounds, strands of abyssal power leaked out.
"Are you alright?" Qin Chen frowned slightly.
It was evident that although the Prison Dragon Great Emperor had walked out alive from the altar, his injuries were extremely severe, and his strength would likely be greatly affected.
The Prison Dragon Great Emperor quickly replied, "Young Master Chen, my injuries are nothing. I am already immensely grateful to have escaped from that Abyssal Altar alive. As for these injuries... as long as I am given enough time, I will definitely heal. Thank you for your concern, Young Master Chen."
The Prison Dragon Great Emperor spoke cautiously.
The Emperor of the Underworld could not help but exclaim, "Fool! Your injuries are infected by abyssal power. How long would it take for you to heal on your own?"
Saying this, he directly approached the Prison Dragon Great Emperor and said, "Don't you hurry to ask Qin Chen kid for help?"
"Ah?" The Prison Dragon Great Emperor was taken aback.
The Emperor of the Underworld looked at him with a disdainful expression, "Don't you understand yet? When Qin Chen kid says that, he is genuinely trying to help you. Shouldn't you be grateful? Besides, whether your injuries heal or not is irrelevant; if you encounter a battle later, how will you serve Qin Chen kid if you are dragging around an injured body?"
"If Qin Chen kid saves you, it is because you are still of use. You are also an old Great Emperor; do I need to teach you this little bit of worldly wisdom?"
As he spoke, the Emperor of the Underworld turned to Qin Chen with a grin, saying, "Isn't that right, Qin Chen kid?"
The Prison Dragon Great Emperor: "..."
Qin Chen: "..."
The implication was clear, but how did it sound so unpleasant coming from the Emperor of the Underworld?
"Mo Li, go help him," Qin Chen said, turning to Mo Li.
Mo Li twitched his eye. Damn it, he was doing all the work without any benefits for himself.
Feeling frustrated, Mo Li approached the Prison Dragon Great Emperor, extending his right hand and pressing it firmly on the giant body of the Prison Dragon Great Emperor.
Buzz!
The abyssal power infiltrating the Prison Dragon Great Emperor's body began to boil rapidly, wisps of abyssal power slowly dissipating from within him.