The Dark Messenger''s lips curled into a faint smile. "I told you I''d make you pay a hundredfold. I''ll make you wish you were dead. When you killed me before, you used your right hand. So now, there''s no need for your right hand to exist anymore. Let''s blow it up!"


    With those words, the Dark Messenger twitched his fingers. Suddenly, Holt''s right hand lifted involuntarily. Though he instinctively tried to pull it back, his hand remained suspended in the air,pletely out of his control. Holt''s eyes widened in horror. "What are you doing?"


    The next second, Holt''s right arm exploded with blood spurting everywhere.


    "Aaargh!" Holt screamed in agony.


    The Dark Messenger sneered. "Seems like you''re quite the actor."


    Holt, with a look of anguish, said, "Lord Dark Messenger, I was wrong. I shouldn''t have opposed you. Please, I beg you, spare me. I''ll do anything you ask if you let me live."


    "Hmph."


    The Dark Messenger scoffed, "Do you still think you can escape, Cold Lord?"


    At that moment, ck threads emerged from the stump of Holt''s severed right arm. These threads intertwined and finally reformed into a new right hand.


    The Dark Messenger said, "How does it feel, Holt? I destroyed your right hand, and now I''ve given you a new one. Aren''t you grateful?"


    A sh of cold light passed through Holt''s eyes. Then, he forced a smile and said, "Yes, of course, Lord Dark Messenger. If you spare me, I''ll be your servant."


    "Is that so?"


    Suddenly, Holt''s left hand exploded. The excruciating pain made him scream again. ck threads sprouted from the wound on his left arm, weaving together until a new left hand formed.


    Seeing this, Holt gritted his teeth and, with an ancient voice, said, "Dark Lord, if you want this body, I can give it to you, but you must let me leave first."


    "Cold Lord? Hmph, you''re finally speaking to me in your true voice. But it''s toote for you to beg now."


    The Dark Messenger''s eyes glinted coldly. "When you killed mest night, you should have expected my revenge. Now, begging is pointless. You wanted my energy, but I''m going to leave your evil god seed here. Now, you have two choices: first, cooperate with me; second, give up any hope of ever interfering in this world again."


    "How dare you! Who do you think you are to lecture me? Aaargh!"


    Holt roared, and a tremendous energy surged within him. The Cold Lord attempted to break free from the Dark Messenger''s control using his own power. But unexpectedly, this had the opposite effect. As the Cold Lord unleashed his energy, the ck figure within him absorbed it, growing stronger.