"I..."
Mocasi was like a fish on a chopping block now, utterly at Bai Zihe's mercy.
Even...
He had precious little room to bargain!
"Crack!"
"Crack, crack, crack!"
As he hesitated, Bai Zihe tightened his grip.
The feeling of suffocation instantly overwhelmed Mocasi, his face flushing red and his breathing becoming extremely difficult.
Although...
With his ducal strength, going without breathing for a while wasn't a major issue.
However, if his head were to be severed, that would indeed be a significant problem.
Thus, he could only compromise with Bai Zihe.
"You..."
Mocasi's expression flickered, and finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll give you the treasures, but you must promise not to do anything to harm me!"
Mocasi was truly terrified.
"Agreed."
Bai Zihe smiled faintly, his expression unreadable, and asked, "Do you need me to swear an oath?"
"..."
A million profanities raged through Mocasi's mind.
Did it matter if he swore an oath or not?
"Swish..."
In the next moment, he took out a package from his embrace.
With reluctance.
With regret.
But ultimately, he handed it to Bai Zihe.
These treasures...
To be honest, he had been studying them for a long time.
Unfortunately, he couldn't decipher them at all, nor could he understand the contents of the nameless scrolls, let alone make the treasures within serve him.
On the contrary.
He had obtained other things in that area that he quite liked.
For instance, the elixirs!
The power contained within those elixirs was even more potent than the power found in the virgin's blood, which was most favored by their vampire kin.
Moreover.
If he refused to hand them over, Bai Zihe could easily kill him and take them. Thus, he ultimately decided to give them up.
Bai Zihe immediately took the package.
He opened it.
Inside was a small, exquisite pagoda and two mysterious, ancient scrolls.
They were his!
Bai Zihe's heart instantly settled.
He hadn't expected this.
He hadn't even obtained the treasures from this area yet, but he had already acquired treasures from another region. This was truly excellent.
"Good, I keep my word. You may leave now."
Then, Bai Zihe tossed Mocasi aside.
"You, you..."
Mocasi stared blankly at Bai Zihe, asking in disbelief, "You... you're actually willing to let me go?"
"Leave?"
Bai Zihe burst out laughing.
He laughed heartily, joyfully.
Without another word, after his laughter subsided, he looked at the Black Man beside him and said, "If you don't leave soon, he might make a move against you!"
During their conversation.
Heilao Symo and his group had been standing nearby the entire time, never leaving.
Firstly, they outnumbered Bai Zihe and believed they were not afraid of him.
Secondly, they had overheard Mocasi mention the secret of Dragon Island and were naturally curious, wanting to hear the full story and see if it aligned with their legends.
"This..."
Mocasi's heart sank.
Yes.
Bai Zihe might not kill him.
But these Black Men would absolutely not hesitate to add insult to injury and ensure he was permanently eliminated.
"Swish!"
As Mocasi hesitated.
Symo suddenly clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and assumed a look of utmost piety.
Mocasi's face contorted.
He immediately prepared to turn and flee.
However, he was a moment too late.
"Jiragula Gulu..."
As Symo chanted an incantation, Mocasi found himself completely immobilized.
Only his eyeballs could still move.
This was the unique "Binding Curse" of the Heilao clan. Once ensnared, it could last from a few hours to several days and nights.
During that time...
It would be more than enough for the Heilao to kill him a hundred times over!
"Chii..."
A Heilao stepped up to the immobilized Mocasi. With a flash of his gleaming saber, he swiftly severed Mocasi's head.
A faint smile touched Bai Zihe's lips.
He had noticed when he arrived that Mocasi was at odds with this group of Heilao.
That was why he had been willing to swear an oath to spare him.
Because...
Even if he let Mocasi go, these Heilao would not.
Now, only Bai Zihe and the Heilao remained.
"You..."
Symo pointed at the package in Bai Zihe's hand and said imperiously, "Hand it over, and I might spare your life."
Bai Zihe's lips twitched at that statement.
He was being treated like a pushover!
"Then come and get it."
A cold sneer played on Bai Zihe's lips as he raised his hand, the package dangling from his index finger, swaying back and forth.
Symo immediately exchanged a glance with the Heilao who had just acted.
"Hmph."
That Heilao snorted and strode towards Bai Zihe.
"Buzz..."
At the same time.
Bai Zihe sensed a strange power attempting to invade his body; it was Symo casting a spell.
Bai Zihe's eyes narrowed slightly.
These Heilao were likely a branch of the ancient Dark Witch clan.
They practiced a power entirely different from that of Great Xia; accurately speaking, it was curses.
This kind of technique...
Bai Zihe had limited experience with it, as it was difficult to encounter in Great Xia.
The way Symo had dealt with Mocasi just now was the first time Bai Zihe had witnessed such a spell firsthand.
"Buzz!"
Without hesitation, Bai Zihe gathered some true essence to resist this unpredictable power.
"Chii... Chii-chii—"
The two entirely different forces collided.
To Bai Zihe's surprise.
The Heilao's power, in the face of his formidable true essence, was like a handful of snow on a red-hot iron, or a mouse encountering a cat...
In the blink of an eye, it was completely eroded.
"Pfft—"
Concurrently, Symo on the other side spat out a mouthful of blood.
Clearly, his attempt to curse Bai Zihe had failed, resulting in a backlash and serious injury.
"It seems you won't be able to take these treasures!"
A cold glint flashed in Bai Zihe's eyes, his killing intent undisguised. "Since that's the case, then you shall remain here!"
"Swish!"
He took a step forward, appearing before the Heilao wielding the saber.
The Heilao, seeing their leader injured and knowing Bai Zihe's might, quickly swung his saber towards Bai Zihe.
"Swish!"
However, Bai Zihe reached out and caught the saber in his palm.
True essence converged in his palm, rendering the sharp saber unable to inflict even the slightest damage. It was as if it were held by pliers, utterly immobile.
"Bang!"
Then, Bai Zihe kicked the Heilao, sending him flying back into the vast magma not far away.
Accompanied by...
A shrill scream that echoed for a long time.
"Your turn."
Bai Zihe stared coldly at Symo, walking towards him step by step.
The moment Symo attempted to ambush him, they had become sworn enemies.
Bai Zihe never harbored grudges.
Because any grievance was to be settled on the spot!
"Swish!"
He flickered and appeared in front of Symo.
Then, he reached out to grab him, but his hand closed on empty air.
It was Symo's afterimage!
Bai Zihe's eyes narrowed deeply as he looked at the spatial rift behind the afterimage.
The real Symo had already torn open a spatial rift and escaped.
This made Bai Zihe's expression turn grim.
He had let him run again.
It would be truly difficult to catch him next time.
Never mind.
Bai Zihe did not dwell on it. His focus was now on the two scrolls and the pagoda in his embrace.
He put away the scrolls and decided to examine the so-called "divine artifact" first.
A wisp of his divine sense probed into it.
"Swish..."
The moment he made contact with the pagoda, a vast power surged forth, sucking Bai Zihe entirely into the pagoda.