Under such despair, this cultivator lowered his head. However, just as he lowered his head, the madness that had just been concealed flickered again in his blood-red eyes.
To others, perhaps this might have gone unnoticed, but Ye Feng detected it immediately.
As for this, Ye Feng did not pay it any mind.
However, the pressure from his large hand, pressing on this cultivator, suddenly increased, causing the cultivator to tremble all over, shaking uncontrollably.
"Tell me what you know, perhaps there's a sliver of hope for survival. Otherwise, you should know your ultimate fate." Ye Feng's tone was icy.
When the words fell, Ye Feng slightly loosened his grip, coldly observing this cultivator's every move.
"I know nothing." The cultivator rasped hoarsely.
With each word he spoke, his voice trembled, and the tremor on his body grew larger and larger.
The distance to death also became increasingly closer.
"Don't know?"
Ye Feng sneered.
