Hirba studied the “demon” that was blocking his way, thinking,?No matter how capable he is, if I want to force my way through, he can’t stop me.

Hirba suddenly leaped up. He could reach the passageway in an instant. If he could get there, he could pass the gate.

But would that happen?

“You’re imagining things,” Himmel Soan said indifferently.

“What? What do you mean?”

Hirba suddenly realized the situation he was in. He was still in his original spot.

Wasn’t he so close to the gate just then? How did he return to this spot?

“I have to tell you how disappointed I am by your performance. Were you imagining bypassing me?

“It’s a nice thought, but it’s only an illusion. Well, it’s time for me to leave.”

Himmel Soan was ready to go.

“You can’t!” Hirba felt humiliated and wanted to lash out at Himmel Soan.

He wasn’t going to let the latter leave.

The bald demon watched in silence. Nothing seemed to have happened.

However, the bald demon deduced from their conversation that Hirba was in a spell-induced hallucination, but he had no idea when Himmel Soan cast that spell.

It was only when he heard the conversation did he realize that.

That “demon” could create illusions, and he was very good at it, giving him the creeps.

What if the death of those demons had all been an illusion?

It seemed to be the most reasonable explanation. If it really was an illusion, it would be so terrifying.

How capable did that “demon” have to be?

No!

He wondered if Himmel Soan himself was an illusion.

The tomb was such a mysterious place. What he knew was only the tip of the iceberg.

What if the tomb could create this elaborate illusion?

The bald demon let his imagination run wild.

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. If something didn’t make sense, his imagination would fill the gap.

Himmel Soan would be amazed if he knew what the demon was thinking.

To teach Hirba a lesson, Himmel Soan took out his divine dagger. He was serious.

“What are you going to do with that tiny dagger? Don’t make me laugh. It’s more like a toothpick!” Hirba laughed at Himmel Soan’s dagger.

He didn’t expect to see such a thing. He decided he would grant Himmel Soan’s death wish.

“A toothpick? You’ll lose your teeth!” Himmel Soan narrowed his eyes and saw the strings coming out of Hirba.

There were so few.

Hirba had no family or friends. The strings only represented the lives he had taken. There were so many demons!

Himmel Soan decided not to show him any mercy. He raised the dagger.

“You’re such a fool!” Hirba had been waiting for an opening.

Himmel Soan had cast a powerful spell on him earlier. He didn’t want to be affected again.

Now that he could tell illusions and reality apart, Hirba couldn’t be bothered to see what Himmel Soan was doing. He charged at him.

His palm brushed past Himmel Soan. He would have hit his target if Himmel Soan hadn’t dodged at the last moment.

“Alright. It’s time to say goodbye.” Himmel Soan swiped the dagger across the air above Hirba’s head.

He then turned to leave.

Killing someone was that easy for Himmel Soan. There was a price for using the divine dagger.

The pressure was posed by the law of nature. The harder it was to kill somebody, the bigger the pressure.

It was the same way with Himmel Soan, but the pressure meant nothing to him.

He had killed Emperor Baih without breaking a sweat. Hirba was nothing in comparison. Himmel Soan could hardly notice the pressure.

However, he still needed to remove it because it would burden him when enough was accumulated.

Thy Baih didn’t use the dagger because he didn’t know how to remove the pressure or use it properly. One thing led to the next, and Himmel Soan ended up having the dagger.

It almost felt like destiny.

“What did you do? Why do I feel life is leaving my body? You…” Hirba sounded terrified.

He didn’t know what had happened, but his body felt so heavy. His mind was fading.

Gradually, Hirba’s world became dark. He would never wake up again.

The bald demon frowned.

“What was that? Why did Hirba die so suddenly? Was it his ability or the dagger?

“What kind of a dagger can do that?

“If it really was the dagger, it means it is a divine instrument!” The bald demon analyzed.

Hirba’s death wasn’t worthless. It helped the bald demon make a rough estimation of Himmel Soan’s capability.

“How can he have a divine instrument?” Imm couldn’t help but ask.

Hirba’s death didn’t affect him at all. He only saw it as a show. As long as it wasn’t him, he didn’t care who died.

He only cared about Himmel Soan’s dagger.