Darren was now very much relieved. With the Nine Changes of the Demon, he was able to transform into a pure fiend. Since he had come to the Primitive Wilderness, his ability to morph into a fiend had not improved much.
Because of this, once he transformed into one, his cultivation base was reverted to the lowest level of God Realm. According to the fiend here, because of his low cultivation level, he could escape from the Order Prison if he wanted.
But Darren was in no hurry to leave just yet.
He had discovered that this fiend was actually quite powerful; if he could compress his soul, Darren would be able to obtain a lot of soul crystals.
The number of soul crystals was important, but so was the quality. The stronger the creature's soul, the better the crystals produced would be.
"Ha-ha," Darren smirked, having already come up with a plan to get this fiend to offer up his soul voluntarily.
He remained in the dark space, not revealing his intentions.
Twenty hours later, another wave of thunder punishment struck.
The violent thunder and lightning hit Darren's body in a very precise manner, this time going for his heart. It was not enough to injure him, but he did feel a severe pain coursing through him.
He was calmer than before though, unmoving from beginning to end of the punishment.
"This human brat's endurance and determination are like nothing I've ever seen before!"
The fiend could still recall the intense pain he had felt when his own heart had been pummeled. He did not believe anyone could bear such a pain easily.
This was why Darren was unmatched in his eyes. He suspected that the God Characters in Darren's mind was probably helping him resist the pain.
"Humph! In the next year, all the thunder punishments will attack your soul. I'd like to see how you hold up against that."
The pain of this sort of thunder and lightning attacking was no less than the punishment from the Flaming Hell.
It was several days later and the fiend was left disappointed. Despite his soul being under a barrage of thunder punishments, Darren only twitched in pain every now and then, not showing any serious discomfort.
"Damn it!" The fiend was beyond annoyed and couldn't stand it anymore.
"I know you've been observing me. What do you think? How's my resilience?" Darren asked with a cocky smile.
"Humph!"
The fiend walked up beside him.
"Seeing you like this may make me completely lose my patience."
"Hey, calm down. I have come up with a way to get you out," Darren said with confidence obvious in his tone.
"Nonsense. You speak absolute rubbish." The fiend did not believe him one bit.
"Ha-ha, I have thought of a way to weaken you." Darren paused and then said, "Just tear up a part of your soul."
"You're an idiot! If my soul is torn, how could I keep living?"
"I told you to calm down. Just relax, be patient and listen to me." Darren stood up and paced around the void. "As you saw, I did not feel much pain from the thunder punishment attacks on my soul. Aren't you curious as to why that is?"
"Oh? What is it?" The fiend had suspected there was some sort of secret to his ways and Darren's words only heightened his curiosity.
"It's actually very simple. You know that I have powerful God Characters with me, and one of my God Characters is capable of rapidly healing the soul. Even if there is only a sliver of the soul left, it can be repaired completely within a short period of time.
Since I'm here with you, you can safely tear your soul apart and I'll recover it for you once we escape. It's that simple," Darren explained, masking his devious plan.
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