"I’ve hit the mark," Wild lifted his head, gazing at He Ao, laughing hoarsely with a shiver, "You’re—you’re scared."

He twisted his body, trying to get up again, but the intense pain struck his body once more, making it nearly impossible for him to summon his strength, each time almost getting up, only to fall down again.

Eventually, after five consecutive attempts, he managed to get up, lifting his head to look ahead at the figure engulfed in flames.

"Are you scared?" He repeated, watching He Ao, his body trembling with a mix of suppression and mockery, "Are you afraid to see your son, afraid to face the reality of your son’s death?"

He lifted his steps one by one, slowly moving forward, continuing to approach He Ao, "Though you’re seeking revenge, in reality, you’re afraid to confront the fact of losing your child in old age."

He lifted his head, looking at He Ao, his neck raised with ridicule and mockery, "In that case, just kill me directly."

He continued forward slowly, the raging fire still burning, but strangely quiet, quiet as if the world had fallen silent.

"Hahaha," Wild sneered, staring at the figure ahead, as the intense pain tortured his body, "You don’t dare kill me! You still don’t dare!"

Pop—

He reached the spot from last time, the fiery whip swung at intervals, striking his body.

"Ah—"

He rolled over again, falling to the ground.

This time, the whip hit his clothes, revealing the smooth skin underneath, seemingly perfect, without injuring his body at all.

But this time, Wild couldn’t restrain himself anymore, crying out in pain, the agony seemed much stronger than before.

But soon, he suppressed his pain, taking a deep breath, and attempted several times, struggling to get up.

He lifted his head, staring at the skeleton wrapped in flames, looking at the phantom whip.

That skeleton stood there, flames lit in its skull’s eye sockets, calmly gazing at him, like an evil spirit returning from hell, watching its enemy.

Yet the eyes formed by the fire were so calm, without the slightest ripple, as if all emotions and anger were burnt out in the flames, leaving only the coldest revenge.

This time, Wild didn’t advance again, but raised his head in confusion, looking at He Ao, with a hint of incomprehension in his gaze.

He seemed to have guessed wrong, ’Hawke’ seemed genuinely uninterested in the son’s remains, all that was in the other’s eyes was indifferent revenge.

No, it can’t be, he must be pretending not to care, he surely cares.

Thinking of this, Wild continued forward, his gaze fixedly on He Ao, continuing to tremble as he spoke, "I know you care, as long as you cooperate with me, I’ll tell you where your son went."

But the only response was silent tranquility.

He Ao lowered his head, just peacefully watching him, like a silent statue, standing there, saying nothing.

"Don’t you care about your child at all?" Wild raised his head again, his voice uncontrollably trembling, his body almost unable to walk normally, but he accelerated, madly rushing toward where He Ao stood.

He stared at He Ao, hoarsely saying, "You wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t care about your son?"

He seemed to be saying it to He Ao and yet seemed to say it to himself, "You care about your son, you will cooperate with me, now you’ve killed the Church of the Grim Reaper’s guys, you can only rely on me, I’m the only one who knows your son’s whereabouts, even if it’s a bloody body, you surely want to get it, right?"

His speed grew faster and faster, almost reaching the point of rushing at He Ao, he roared, looking at He Ao, "Will you cooperate with me?"

But the only response was the sound of the raging flames, only cold silence.

Wild accelerated further, charging at He Ao, charging at the flaming skeleton as if pouncing towards the fiery skeleton.

Pop—

At that moment, the fiery whip struck his body again, his body spun several times in the air, again rolling out into the flames.

This time, the whip seemed much stronger than before.

His originally neat and beautiful suit was completely shredded, leaving only a few tattered cloth strips, scattered across his body.

But this time, he didn’t cry out, but continued to suppress himself.

A little blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, he kept his lips tightly pressed, suppressing the body ravaged by out-of-control pain.

He tried to get up from the ground, but his body seemed unable to muster the strength, the surging pain continued to assault his soul.

The scars on his body were already crusted, but the entire body seemed tortured by even stronger pain, trembling.

He struggled to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, bright red blood oozed out, flowing into the flames, wrapped by the fire, further igniting the already surging flames.

He struggled to crawl out of the flames.

But each time he crawled up a little, he was struck down by intense pain, falling to the ground.

He spat the blood from his mouth into the flames, coughing madly, coughing out all the blood from his throat.

This blood was bitten out to suppress the pain.

He tried to crawl out of the flames again, but was mercilessly struck back down.

After several attempts in succession, every time his body was about to stand up, it would fall down again.

This terrifying pain seemed finally to break through the limit his body could endure, he finally completely fell into the flames.

He lowered his head, looking at everything around him, falling silent, coughing violently.

He was still trying to struggle, though the pain shattered his flesh, it didn’t crush his will.

He slowly curled his legs, arching his buttocks, then struggling to prop his entire back up with his arms.

At that moment, he felt the light beside him seemed to sway.

A shadow stood before him, more intense light brushed across his face with scorching waves.

He raised his head, looking at the figure before him.

It was a tall skeleton wrapped in flames, the instigator of it all, ’Hawke’.

"You couldn’t resist in the end," seeing this figure instantly filled his body with strength, he sat up with difficulty, looking at ’Hawke’, pulling out a grim smile on his face still full of pain.

He looked at ’Hawke’, continuing to laugh hoarsely, "I knew you would cooperate with me in the end."

Just a little short, even in such a dangerous situation, he could still find life in death.

As long as this guy in front of him was willing to cooperate, he could trick the other into turning circles, even use this guy to eliminate those enemies.

And finally, borrow another’s hand to deal with this rag.

Power is not the condition to reach the pinnacle in this world, brains are.

Points of light gathered in his eyes.

Then he saw the shadow wrapped in flames, bending down, bit by bit obscuring the light in his eyes, the reflection of the burning flames filling his pupils.

In the flickering firelight, a calm and hoarse voice echoed within these flames, "I know, you don’t know where Erian is."

The voice was slow, word by word, but in Wild’s ears, it was like a sharp needle piercing a balloon, penetrating his Soul, causing his pupils to shrink suddenly.

He tried to lift his head, looking at the bones in front of him, and at the raging fire ignited in the hollows of both eyes.

"Cough—"

He opened his mouth, about to speak, but spat out a mouthful of blood.

But at this moment, he no longer had the time or energy to wipe the blood from his lips.

He just looked confusedly at He Ao, his pupils scattering, losing focus, "You know everything?!"

He angrily stood up, his body straightening in pain like a river shrimp, gazing at He Ao, his voice sharp, "What do you know?! You can’t know!! You know nothing!!"

Yet He Ao merely gazed at him calmly, maintaining that steady and indifferent tone, coldly saying, "You think how I knew that reading the memory of the Death God Priest would cause his soul to shatter?"

"You can read minds? You can read minds!" Wild’s body stiffened, he widened his eyes, staring at He Ao, then seemed to remember something, raised his head, and shook it vehemently, "No, no, I can block mind reading, are you bluffing me?! Are you bluffing me?!"

He gazed at He Ao, at the flames in He Ao’s eye sockets, his pupils glowing with a hint of expectation, as if seeking a certain affirmation from He Ao.

But He Ao did not answer, merely stared at him quietly, his gaze calm and cold.

Wild stared blankly at He Ao, his originally straightened body also gradually softened, he looked at He Ao, "You’re fooling me, aren’t you? You’re fooling me?!"

However, his response remained He Ao’s calm gaze.

"You’re toying with me," he looked at He Ao, a slight manic smile spreading on his blood-stained lips, "You’re toying with me."

From the very beginning, everything he had plotted was actually false.

He was like a deluded con artist, thinking his trickery superb, playing everyone like puppets.

But suddenly the surrounding walls and curtains dropped, revealing the audience seated outside, he realized he had always been on the stage, just a jumping clown for others to watch and tease.

He thought he could use the news of his son’s remains to threaten ’Hawke’ in front of him, but didn’t expect the other party to know everything from the start, just watching him perform.

He strained his neck, gazing at the flaming bones before him.

At this moment, he suddenly realized the one standing before him was not someone who could be ’negotiated’ or used, but merely an Evil Spirit returned from Hell, only for revenge.

He seemed to need to say something, but he couldn’t say anything, he opened his mouth, but only found himself amusing.

His self-assumed power, wisdom, even dignity, were all stripped clean at this moment.

The world seemed to quieten at this moment, leaving only the raging flames.

He raised his head, looking at He Ao, the originally angry and frenzied voice seemed to quieten down at this moment too, he whispered, "Kill me."

Yet this time, He Ao still didn’t respond to him.

Wild raised his head, the shadow in front had already disappeared.

The flame-covered bones had stood up again not far away.

The ethereal fiery whip appeared again in the skeleton’s hand.

Wild watched everything, watched that ethereal fiery whip.

"You’ve won, you’ve won, you want to crush me, you want to torment me, you’ve already won." He lowered his head, murmuring to himself.

He raised his hand directly, a slender spike sprung out from his palm.

Then he swung his arm abruptly.

Thud—

Accompanied by a dull sound, the spike pierced his brow, protruding from the back of his head.

He widened his eyes, leaning back, collapsing into the flames.

At this moment, the always-burning fierce flames surged up, wrapping around his body, wrapping around his soul.

He Ao stood not far away, quietly watching everything, until the flames completely wrapped Wild’s soul, he appeared before Wild.

He raised his hand, layers of ethereal shadows gathered in his palm.

Purple light emerged from his fingertips, penetrating into this ethereal soul.

Wild should actually know where those remains went, but he couldn’t recall anymore, he even believed he never knew from the beginning.

In his memory, there were large blanks, only these blanks were ’handled’ more finely than those Death God Priests He Ao encountered before, with a certain cognitive influence.

Wild likely met that Higher Being who erased memory, even stayed beside this Higher Being for quite a long time, to be cut with such fine memory blanks.

The conversation with Wild just now, besides crushing his spirit, He Ao was also probing step-by-step to see if he could guide out more effective memories.

The Higher Being who acted was more cautious than He Ao imagined, creating large amounts of memory blanks, nearly covering all key memories.

However, He Ao still faintly detected some blurred memory areas.

Wild had encountered too much key information, it’s difficult to ensure all memories are erased.

He Ao let his power seep into Wild’s Soul, trying to read those blurred memories.

And at this moment, a purple light suddenly lit up, instantly engulfing Wild’s Soul.

Again?!

He Ao gripped his hand, the purple light within also burst forth, immediately pouring into Wild’s Soul.

When he killed the Death God Priest just now, he already encountered this once.

The brilliance surging from the depths of the Soul was a kind of ’inscription’ branded in the soul, once key information was ’read,’ it would immediately trigger, destroying the soul marked by the inscription.

He Ao was just given a surprise attack, barely grabbing some memory fragments from the Death God Priest.

This time, his preparations were much more adequate than just now.

The brightness in his hand was more intense than the light overflowing from Wild’s Soul and poured more rapidly into Wild’s Soul.

And at this moment, the suddenly erupting light filled Wild’s soul, Wild’s Soul also began to rapidly disintegrate at a visible speed.

Tumultuous flames simultaneously tightly wrapped around Wild’s Soul.

Before Wild’s soul was about to completely fragment, captured one by one memory images.