Chapter 500: Cut the Grass, Uproot the Roots

"I surrender! Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me!" Gloomharbinger felt the crushing Divine Soul pressure rolling off Travis Jauncy. He understood in an instant that he was no match for this brat, and he folded without hesitation. "Heh. At least you know when to bow your head," Travis said with a cold laugh. As soon as the words left his mouth, he eased the Divine Soul pressure a little. Gloomharbinger sagged like a man finally dragged back from the gates of hell, gulping air in huge, ragged...