Chapter 1007
The Fire Crystal contained an extremely high amount of energy. When it was detonated, it could
produce an impact that was even more terrifying than a nuclear explosion.
The most detrimental part of a nuclear explosion was not the st. The radioactive elements gave
out from a nuclear explosion could render thend barren for hundreds of years.
However, the Fire Crystal explosion didn''t produce radioactive elements. And that''s why Henry
decided to detonate it. Otherwise, even though Henry and Flynn could survive the st, they
couldn''t survive the damage caused by the radioactive elements.
Henry cut open the stomach of the Ba-serpent and got out. The mucus on his body dried quickly
under the high temperature caused by the explosion. He felt very ufortable, and it took him a
long time to peel the dried mucus off.
He turned around to check the Ba-serpent. It was lying on the ground. The scales on its body had
all gone, and the flesh gave out a burned smell. Only half of its triangle-shaped head had left.
Henry took a deep breath. He had escaped from death.
In fact, Henry didn''t really know how good the Ba-serpent''s defense capacity was. If the Ba-
serpent''s body couldn''t block the explosion, Henry could have died inside of its belly.
Flynn was still inside of the belly of the Ba-serpent, unconscious. He had no idea what his
surroundings had turned into.
Henry looked around and, to his surprise, found himself in the area before he had entered the
Purgatory. It was unknown if the st had pushed them here or the Ba-serpent fled here by itself.
However, none of that mattered anymore.
Henry took out his broken sword and cut the opening on the Ba-serpent''s belly wider. He carried
Flynn on his shoulders and walked toward Recluse Association''s world.
In the world of Recluse Association.
Two Qi- concentrating Realm masters were standing in front of the stone wall. They hid under their
cloaks and stood there motionless like statues.
Suddenly, one of them turned around and paid attention to the other side of the wall.
The other one also turned around.
"You feel it?"
"Yes, some creatures are approaching. I''m afraid the attack is about to happen."
"Let''s kill this one first."
The two looked at each other and punched out at the same time. The stone wall cracked open.
"Clomp, clomp."
They heard footstepsing from the passage.
The two men stood before the entrance of the passage.
The footsteps were getting louder and louder. Both of them knew the creature was getting closer.
"Let''s do it!" One of them shouted.
The twounched the attack almost at the same time.
"What''s wrong with you two? The monsters couldn''t kill the Bishop''s son, so you guys want to finish
the job for them?" Henry''s voice sounded in the passage.
"The Bishop''s son!"
The two Qi- concentrating Realm masters stopped their attacks.
Henry, carrying the unconscious Flynn, emerged from the dark.
"Robbin Gaille!" The two men cried out in surprise, staring at Flynn.
Henry put Flynn on the ground. It seemed that Robbin Gaille was Flynn Tang''s birth name.
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"Gentlemen," Henry shrugged, "I just put my life at risk and brought the Bishop''s son alive. Do you
think it''s appropriate to prepare me afortable bed and some good drinks?"
The two Qi- concentrating Realm masters looked at each other. One of them asked in a lowered
voice, "So you are the guy who went in with Commissioner Andrew but didn''te out?"
"Yep," Henry tted out his hands.
Another one came over to Flynn to confirm his identity, "Yes, he is Robbin Gaille. Inform the
Bishop."
The man then turned to Henry, "Follow me!"
Half an hourter, Henry was lyingfortably in a bath barrel. For more than two weeks, he could
finally rx.
While humming a tune, Henry picked up a bag of medicine and rubbed it around his body.
"Hey, you''re so well-informed. I''ve only been out for half an hour." Henry threw the bag in the barrel
and closed his eyes.
The ce where Henry was staying looked like a hotel from 1880s Europe. Although everything
here looked like antiques, they were, in fact, brand new.
After rescuing the Bishop''s son, Henry was treated as an honored guest by the two Qi-
concentrating masters.
The door of the room was pushed open. Sackcloth Visitor walked in, with his hands rested behind
his back. He stared at Henry, who was in the bath barrel.
"I say, I''m still in the bath barrel. We are not that close yet!" Henry side- eyed Sackcloth grumpily.
"You''re all men, and I''m old enough to be your grandfather," Sackcloth Visitor said. "You''ve made it
loud this time, even rescued the Bishop''s son."
"What else can I do?" Henry said as he stretched, "Otherwise, Andrew would eat me alive."
"Haha," Sackcloth Visitor chuckled, "Andrew indeed has to be more careful around you. But it''s not
a long-term solution. The secret of the City of Hell is too serious. At this moment, Andrew holds
back the information from the top of the organization on purpose. If any of the upper-level people
learn about it, even the Bishop won''t leave you alone!"
"I know," Henry nodded. He got out from the bath barrel and wrapped a towel around. "But I''m living
my life by the days. The future will have to wait."
"Oh," Sackcloth Visitor pushed down the brim of his straw hat, "So thinking on your feet, right?"
"You can understand it any way you want," Henry put on a bathrobe. He made tea and poured a
cup for Sachcloth Visitor and himself. Henry sat down on the couch and said, "It''s time for Andrew
to show up."
As soon as Henry finished his words, loudughter was heard from outside of the door.
"Haha! Henry, I''m really proud of you! You lucky son of a gun brought Robbin Gaille back. The
Bishop decided toe here immediately after he heard about the good news. He wanted toe
down here to thank you in person. What you have achieved is a miracle, considering you just
reached Qi-transformation Realm."
In Andrew''s voice, he showed up in front of Henry.
Andrew didn''t bring anyone with him. He closed the door behind him and started to make himself a
cup of coffee.
"You people from Yan Xia like drinking tea, while we like coffee. This should be a cultural
difference," Andrew sat down in front of Henry, holding his cup of coffee, "Or, the difference between
races."