"Still not talking?"
A group of people surrounded the avatar, stalemating for nearly a two-hour span, yet this avatar steadfastly refused to utter a single word.
Che Dapao employed both soft and hard tactics, but none had the slightest effect.
He was so enraged that he shouted angrily, clutching the long knife at his waist, and after his anger burst forth, he unsheathed it and slashed twice swiftly.
But as a result, he couldn't even scratch the opponent's surface, and the blade ended up with several notches instead.
Che Dapao finally pried open the opponent's mouth, but was only met with a burst of mocking laughter.
"Worthless scrap metal."
Even after spending a quarter of its energy, this avatar was still a Spiritual Treasure, not something these ants could harm.
Seeing him open his mouth, Quan Xiaotong, who had been silently observing, suddenly stepped forward, slowly approaching him.
"May I know how long your faction has existed?"
