Chapter - 1880

Under the shimmering moonlight, he was shocked to find two people sitting near his coffee table.

One of them looked young, but the other was old and looked petrifying.

The latter wore ragged clothes, and his skin was infected with puss. His rancid body odor smelled just like a corpse.

That's right. This old man looks like a living dead!

They were Daemonium and Warren from the Netherworld.

When they were sent scrambling for their lives during the fight with Zeke at Throne Lake, they had initially planned to head toward Mount Kush.

However, they were ambushed on their way by the Kush Clan and had to retreat to Corleon in a rather devastating state.

The purpose of their visit was to discuss something with Sixtus.

Although Sixtus was a veteran and had harmed the lives of many, this was his first to witness such gruesome sight.

The first thought that came to his mind was that they were assassins. Intuitively, he wanted to open his mouth and scream.

However, his efforts were to no avail. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound.

"It's no use." Warren said, "You're infused with negative energy and is now under our control. You won't be able to make a sound."

Sixtus widened his eyes in shock and stared at them. He wanted to ask about their identity and the motive of their visit.

However, he still could not make a sound.

Nevertheless, Warren was able to read his mind. He took the initiative to explain, "I'm here for Emma Jones!"

"If you follow as I say, you'll be fine." Sixtus wanted to ask the question-What do you want me to do?

He tried to speak again but was still inaudible.

Warren muttered, "Now, bring us to Emma."

Sixtus nodded and brought them to the underground cell where Emma was held captive.

Undeniably, Sixtus was in distress at that moment.

He could not wrap his head around the situation.

How did they sneak into my room without being noticed? There are so many guards outside!

Besides, he could conclude that the light that shone into his eyes in the Virtus Hall must be their doing.

How did the light control my mind? Also, how did they silence me without even having any form of contact with me? Are they Gods? No, the old man looks like a living corpse. They should be demons. Who would have known Demons are real!

Along the way, Sixtus bumped into many of his guards.

Their senses heightened upon noticing the two strangers next to Sixtus, and they had their weapons ready and wanted to strike.

However, Sixtus immediately stopped them in their tracks.

He knew that the guards were no match for the duo.

As they approached the underground cell, Sixtus could finally speak.

He asked while trembling, “Are you guys the helpers that Emma hired?

Before this, I was oblivious and naïve. Should I have offended you in any way, I hereby tender my unreserved and sincerest apology."

Warren chuckled. "What a joke. A Sun Walker does not deserve our help. She's merely our pawn."

Sixtus heaved a sigh of relief.

As long as they are not hired by Emma. Otherwise, the years of effort I've put in to build my empire will be in vain.

Soon enough, they reached the underground cell.

Apart from being infested with insects and worms, the place was damp and cold. It was previously used to imprison betrayers.

Basically, those that were imprisoned there would die within two months.

Emma, a delicate and frail woman, would not be able to survive the harsh conditions.

She had just been there for a few hours, but her morale completely shattered. Like a frightened sparrow, she was trembling in a corner.

Noticing the arrival of Sixtus, Emma sobbed as she struggled to stand up, pleading for a quick death.

However, her hands were tied together, and her mouth was stuffed with ragged cloth. Her movements were severely restricted, and she could not even make a sound.