After a few seconds, happiness flooded his face. He patted Darryl on the shoulder and said, "Well done! I expect nothing less from my favorite disciple. You've made me proud."

The Ghost Valley Sage was indescribably happy. He thought that Darryl was doomed at that time and did not expect that he would become the Nine Heaven Sage in the blink of an eye.

Then, Odlin led the two of them out of prison. As soon as they were out, they sensed a terrifying aura from the sky, and they turned to look in that direction. Darryl's heart lurched, and he gasped at the sight before him.

There was a massive figure in the sky. That figure was at least three-thousand meters tall, like a big mountain; it was in black helmet and armor. His aura was powerful, domineering, and unparalleled—especially those eyes, shining with evil red light, make people shudder at first glance.

Darryl could perceive that the huge figure was wholly made up of pure energy, but even so, the powerful pressure that erupted a