If the shamaness was still harboring hope earlier, now she was completely convinced.
She was a magic cultivator and knew how terrifying being under prohibition was.
With the prohibition on her, her life and death now rested on someone else's whim, and the shamaness was so scared she went limp.
Yang Fei looked at this old woman hatefully.
If he wasn't hoping to find the Crystal Skull from her, Yang Fei would have already unleashed the Phoenix Mysterious Fire to shatter her soul.
"Where is the Crystal Skull?"
Yang Fei spoke indifferently, not bothering with politeness.
The shamaness trembled and raised her head.
Yang Fei keenly caught a hint of panic and cunning in her eyes.
Suddenly, immense killing intent surged in Yang Fei's eyes.
The shamaness jumped in fright and spoke honestly.
"The Crystal Skull is not in my possession."
Yang Fei stared at her coldly, not backing down.
"Then, where is it now?"
The shamaness's mouth twitched, seemingly attempting to lie again.
