Chapter - 3311

Everyone gasped. "Captain Octantis, do you know what kind of formation this is?"

Octantis seemed lost in thought. "It doesn't look like a formation of the human race, but rather like an illusionary formation from the Netherworld. I remember my teacher once systematically imparted to me the knowledge of formations. The formations we've encountered are strikingly similar to the Nine Abyssal Demonic Formation of the Netherworld.”

Suddenly, a loud slap echoed through the air. Everyone quickly turned to look, shocked to discover that the man they had previously saved was standing about a meter in front of them, smiling at them.

The other party seemed completely unaffected by the formation, suggesting that this formation was likely a scheme of his.

With gritted teeth, Octantis spat out, "You b*stard, is all this your handiwork?"

The other party nodded. "That's right! So, everyone, did you enjoy it?"

"I swear I will kill you!" In a fit of rage, Octantis wanted to eliminate White Reaper.

But now, he couldn't even defend himself, let alone attack White Reaper.

He was trapped in place and couldn't move an inch.

White Reaper chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "I apologize, but right now, I hold the knife and you are the fish on the chopping block. You have no choice but to let me carve you up. However, you need not worry. As long as you cooperate with me, I assure you that I won't kill you. I will even ensure that you live out the rest of your lives in comfort."

"You're deluding yourself!" Octantis furiously rebuked. "As a member of the human race, you deceived your own kind and studied the illusionary formation from the Netherworld. This is a crime against humanity, and you must die!"

White Reaper gave a mysterious smile. "When did I tell you that I'm human? You guys just guessed it yourselves. In fact, I'm a dignified and legitimate member of the Netherworld, White Reaper!"

"You're a Netherworldian!" Octantis became even angrier. "Everyone from the Netherworld must be punished! As long as I don't die today, you will die by my hand in the future."

White Reaper chuckled. "Well, well, don't speak as if death is the only outcome. If you don't die, there might be another possibility, which is to acknowledge me as your master and obey my commands in the future."

"F*ck you!" Octantis furiously cursed. Considering someone from the Netherworld as his master was the greatest insult to him.

White Reaper let out a sigh. "You know, the thing I detest the most is when people curse at me. You can't just curse at me for free. There must be some kind of price to pay. As for the price..."

The gaze of White Reaper fell upon the weakest member of the team.

He gave a cold, mocking laugh and casually waved his hand. The weaker team member was instantly subjected to a more violent blizzard. In the blink of an eye, he was frozen into ice.

White Reaper lightly flicked his finger at him, and that team member immediately shattered.

Octantis and the others were dumbfounded, their hearts pounding wildly.

They watched, wide-eyed, as one of their teammates was killed by White Reaper.

For them, who had never witnessed slaughter and death before, the impact was truly immense.

Octantis, especially, was truly heartbroken.

The punishment inflicted on the team member was due to his insult toward White Reaper as White Reaper had stated.

That team member died because of himself.

White Reaper spoke again. "I'll ask you once more. Will you kneel and submit to me or continue to resist? Don't worry. Take your time to think. I have plenty of time"

"Drop dead!" Veins bulged on Octantis face, "We would rather die than be humiliated. Even if we die, we will never kneel before our enemies."

"That's a real shame!" White Reaper let out a hearty laugh, then waved at one of the team members.

Suddenly, that team member endured a storm several times stronger and was frozen into a block of ice.

White Reaper employed his old tricks once again, flicking his finger nonchalantly. The team member crumbled to the ground.

"Ahh!" Watching this scene, Octantis was truly driven to madness. His voice had even gone hoarse from shouting. "White Reaper, if you've got the guts, let me out! Let's have a fair and square fight! What kind of hero relies solely on formations to manipulate others?"

White Reaper said, "Firstly, formations are also a part of one's strength. If you are capable, you can also deploy a formation. Secondly, as the saying goes, 'all's fair in love and war'. What does the process matter as long as you win? Thirdly, I never aspired to be a hero. I only want to be a victor! Fourthly, your time is running out. Hurry up and make your choice."