In fact, this kind of soul-level demagogy has no effect on Catherine. The Great Devils are almost unaffected by soul spells. Of course, there are some great devils who are particularly good at playing with the soul, and if you encounter them, you must naturally take precautions.

But the demagoguery that was applied to Catherine's mind was not so much a spell attack as a message. If it weren't for Catherine's physical and mental fatigue, she might not have been shaken for a few seconds.

The reason why the female mage hesitated for a moment was actually thinking about the credibility of this information. The result of this thinking is that there is no danger in the real sense of the word. Or the danger is so small that Catherine is willing to take this opportunity to see if she can get out of the current predicament as soon as possible.

This is not the psychology of the gambler, but it comes from empirical judgment. There is no shortage of intrigues and traps in this world. But the use of intrigues and traps has a premise, that is, the other party is not easy to deal with and cannot confront head-on.

If the real king of hell was standing here, it would indeed be difficult to deal with. But Catherine knew what she was doing. Without a strong body, no matter how powerful a soul is, it is just an ornament.

The human body is really weak. To deal with the current Catherine, you don't even have to do it. Just wait another three or five days, and starvation will starve Catherine to death. At that time, the soul, which has no physical = physical shelter, can be blown away by a gust of wind.

In addition, demagogy can be said to be the master of war. This guy has a soul talent and is a master of soul spells.

The Demon Flame Control of the King of Hell and the Soul Talent of the King of War were also famous in the underworld. Catherine, who was doing free fall, couldn't help but sigh when she thought of this.

Catherine really wanted to see the Lord of War again. After Crick Quill calculated himself, he dared to take the initiative to send a message, which must be a bit mysterious.

What the hell is he trying to do?

Do you want to devour your own soul? No. If Catherine had the soul of Bosserto Ifel, let alone the Lord of War, any devil would have the mind to devour. But now it was different, and Catherine knew that her soul was no longer attractive to the Lord of War. Because Catherine's soul was fused and became impure. A devil soul with impurities, a big devil like Crick Quayle is absolutely unsightly.

Is it for the sake of the fallen god to capture himself? This place Catherine is not familiar with, and it is not difficult to capture her alive, so why bother. After being hungry for a long time, Catherine was afraid that she would not even be able to walk.

The female mage smiled helplessly, wondering how she still had time to think about such miscellaneous things. She was falling faster and faster, and a feeling of crampedness was squeezing around her. The staircase was getting narrower and narrower, and it seemed that the space had also become narrower.

Because of the fire mud that is all over the place, this space is always filled with a strong fire element, so you don't feel cold. But as the cramped feeling around her grew heavier, Catherine suddenly felt a faint chill blowing through the soles of her feet. At first, the female mage thought it was her own delusion, but it didn't take long for a chill to blow again without warning.

As a magician, Catherine doesn't ignore this small phenomenon. She was immediately engrossed, trying to catch the elusive chill like a dancing flame.

When the same thing happened for the third time, Catherine, who had been prepared, was finally able to confirm that these chills were not her hallucinations, but from the work of the water element, or the water element in the ice and snow.

Catherine couldn't help but look down, and although she couldn't see much with her eyes, it didn't stop her curiosity. There is actually a water element floating up from below, is it ice and snow below?

The underworld is where the fire element is most active and abundant, and there is no shortage of magma and fire here. But comparatively speaking, the water element is much rarer. In the memory of Boserto Ifer, there were several sources of water that formed lakes or springs. These places are in the hands of some powerful beings or forces in the underworld. For example, there is a famous sulfur lake in Hell, which is the private bathing place of the king of hell.

Normally, the environment of the underground world cannot produce ice and snow, so the vast majority of underground creatures will never have the opportunity to see crystal snowflakes in their lifetime. Of course, there are exceptions, like the region where it rains chilling hail all year round. But it was the unique realm of a great devil, hidden in the depths of hell.

"That place can't be down there. Catherine's mind was full of doubts, and she became more and more curious about where she would fall.

The answer seems to be revealed soon. As the chill intensified, a gentle breeze slowly blew from below. The further Catherine fell, the more fierce the wind became. After a while, the breeze turned into a gale of wind, and the wind was wrapped in crystal snowflakes, which was cold and biting.

Catherine shivered with cold. She realized that she was naked, and that it was a serious problem. But the poor female mage was helpless, even if she gathered the fire elemental to summon a fireball, the fireball would be instantly blown out by the cold wind.

The cold wind gushed up from below, carrying the snowflakes and hitting the people, making them feel a faint pain. Catherine, who was a little frozen, found that the space around her was converging towards her at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. This fueled the wind, and the sound of the wind was like a monster roaring.

Catherine curled up, as if this would reduce the loss of heat from her body. But then she had to stretch out again, stretching as straight as she could. Because the space for falling has shrunk more and more narrowly. When curled up, Catherine's body rubbed against the surrounding walls of dirt. These walls of dirt are blown dry and frozen by the cold wind, and rubbing a little bit will leave a big wound on the body.

The wind is strong, and the speed of Catherine's fall is slowing down considerably. This gives the female mage room to control her body and try to avoid collisions with her surroundings. But despite this, Catherine became scarred. Fortunately, the frozen body did not suffer much, and there was no blood coming out of the wound, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

It's just that the current situation is a painful ordeal from any point of view. Although the strength of her soul made Catherine's will extraordinarily strong, her weak body could not support her to stay awake. So the female mage, who ran out of heat, finally fell into a coma. Her body was uncontrollable and continued to fall in bumps.

This strange and painful journey, accompanied by danger, finally ended with a "plop".

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