That’s right… There’s still Lee Jung-sook…

Qin Ye took a deep breath and reached his hand out to the screen. And then, he suddenly paused.

He hated being beholden to others. Lee Jung-sook had saved his life once, and it naturally follows that he should return the favour.

But he knew he was no match for Black Yaksha.

At once, he returned from the world of his consciousness and whispered to the Harken, “Lend me your strength once more.”

“I can’t.” The Harken responded softly, “I’ve only been able to come to the mortal realm by borrowing the strength of the Second King Yanluo of Hell. Please be mindful that I’m still recovering from some grievous injuries, and there’s simply no way I can move about freely. I can’t even return to Hell to recover from my wounds.”

Qin Ye frowned. Lee Jung-sook was in a critical situation, but heading there recklessly will only lead to death on his part.

“That said… there’s someone who can help you.”

“Who?”

The Harken glanced at the daolord of the asura.

“There’s just one little drawback.” The Harken continued, “His Yin energy is far too demonic, and it lacks the air of righteousness of Hell.”

………………………………………….

“AHHHHH!!!!” A figure screamed miserably as he dashed through the sky, rushing east as quickly as his feet would take him.

How strong… How terrifying!

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