Due to the torture, the man's voice was already hoarse.
These demons, the demons from the Killing Hall, had interrogated him for three full days and nights.
The five fellow disciples who were captured with this man all died because they couldn't endure the torture.
Only he persisted, gritting his teeth through the pain.
"Clap clap clap"
The sound of clapping came from the entrance of the cell.
A man dressed in black, accompanied by the Killing Hall Master, walked in.
"Quite the tough guy."
As the tortured man saw the man in black, he swallowed a mouthful of bloody spit, which was about to land on the man's feet. Suddenly, the man in black vanished, and in the next moment, he was right in front of the tortured man.
Through the golden mask, the man's amber eyes held no anger, only endless mockery and contempt.
"If you have the guts, kill me. Otherwise, our Fire Control Sect will never let Killing Hall off, none of you will end up well," the man threatened.
