Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Chapter 1588 - 964: King’s Soul

Finally, it’s in our hands.A new King’s Soul, from the King’s Soul of the Izalith Witch, a brand-new Strength that everyone covets beyond compare!

This huge mass of soul manifesting in the form of burning Flame roared in front of everyone, the light and heat it gave off enough to make one sink deeply into it, like a miniature Sun, making people want to pull this warmth into their arms and hold it tight.

Standing before this cluster of Flame, Temude and his warriors all drew in a deep breath; the desire, even greed, in their eyes could no longer be concealed.

Even though everyone had already witnessed how a King’s Soul affects the human mind, they hadn’t expected this King’s Soul from the Izalith Witch to be especially tempting, even more alluring than the King’s Souls of the Four Kings of Little Longdu.

Why is that?

Is it because what the Four Kings of Little Longdu held were only the [shared King’s Souls], containing merely half of a King’s Soul, so their lure is naturally inferior to the King’s Soul of the Izalith Witch?

Temude and the others felt this was probably the truth of the matter; otherwise they really had no idea how to explain it.

"Stay calm, calm down."

Temude forced himself to settle his mind, trying not to let himself be led by the nose by the influence of the King’s Soul, however——

"My precious, my precious!"

One warrior whose will was a bit weaker couldn’t control his own desire and lunged straight at the King’s Soul.

"You’re really embarrassing us here!"

The others couldn’t help but chop him on the neck with a hand strike, sending him into a carefree sleep. Thanks to this guy’s little scene, everyone instead snapped out of the emotional pull of the King’s Soul, each of them suddenly wide-awake and super self-controlled, and all their gazes turned toward Temude; the meaning in their eyes was already obvious.

"Then I’ll shamelessly accept it."

Temude nodded steadily, not bothering to decline their will too much. Leaving this King’s Soul aside, their ultimate goal was for all fifteen people in their team to obtain a King’s Soul, every single one of them!

He revealed the emblem on the back of his hand that represented the Royal Artifact. In his eyes, this action was quite cool, simply like the "right hand that houses a Mysterious Power" that every youth fantasizes about during his chuunibyou phase.

The Royal Artifact Emblem flared with light and immediately drew this King’s Soul into it. The King’s Soul, pulled by that light, turned into countless strands of scattered Flame and surged straight into Temude’s body.

So hot!

The most obvious feeling upon contact with these scattered Flames was an incomparable scorching heat, an irresistible burning that acted directly upon the spiritual level!

This feeling was simply like throwing oneself into the Flame of the Chaos Breeding Ground to be burned, a torture that ordinary people could never endure.

Temude clenched his teeth, but even a tough guy like him couldn’t keep from letting out muffled groans of pain when faced with this unimaginable scorching heat.

"Temude?" "Are you okay?" "Try splashing him with water!"

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn’t help but panic, scrambling to think of ways to ease the pain wracking his body. But every method proved useless; they couldn’t lessen even the slightest bit of his suffering.

After several minutes, when that pain from the spiritual level gradually began to subside, Temude’s taut body relaxed all at once. His knees gave out and he collapsed toward the ground, fortunately caught in time by quick-eyed warriors before he hit the floor.

"So hot!"

But as soon as the warriors’ hands touched his body, they jerked back, and some even cried out in pain. Looking again, Temude’s skin had turned as red as a Hell Demon, and the heat radiating from his body was comparable to magma. Those who had no Fighting Qi defense up were caught off guard and burned on the spot.

"What’s going on?"

Impossible, how could a human body reach such a high temperature without undergoing catastrophic changes? He’s not Fire Element Creatures.

Do you even need to ask? It definitely had to be the effect of bearing the King’s Soul!

Previously, when they housed the King’s Souls of the Four Kings of Little Longdu in their bodies, they’d hardly felt any abnormalities, but this time the pain of containing the King’s Soul was exceptionally intense.

Yet precisely because of this pain, they found themselves all the more eager to see what effects the King’s Soul would bring.

"I..."

Just then, Temude, who had fallen to the ground, finally made a sound.

He opened the eyes he had screwed tightly shut from the pain a moment ago, still a little dazed.

"How are you feeling? Just now you... Wait, what’s going on with your eyes?"

Faced with their questions, Temude himself didn’t know what had happened. In the end, someone conjured a mirror made with Water Magic in front of him, and only then did he see his own changes clearly.

"My eyes turned red?"

As everyone knows, the eyes can reflect a lot of things.

The people of the Warrior Country, because their bloodlines are mixed with Dragon Blood, will cause some individuals’ pupils to appear vertical.

Too many Dragon Feast can cause your eyes to turn golden, too much Mad Fire can make yellow firelight flicker in your eyes, being infected by Death Miasma will cause your eyes to emit a grayish-white aura of death, and so on and so forth.

And now, Temude’s eyes had taken on a state never seen before. They’d turned red!

Those eyes were so red it was as if magma was dwelling within them. Even just meeting his gaze made people feel the heat of magma, as though their eyeballs were being scorched from a distance, forcing them to turn their heads away, not daring to look him in the eye at all.