"What do you want to ask?" the Curved Blade Asura Youth gritted out. He wanted to stall for time so he could secretly call for help, and he did not mind saying a few extra words to the person before him.
"Among you Asura Race bastards who came here to die, there's someone named Shi Poqie. I'm looking for him. Do you know where he is now?" Fan Lang asked.
"You're looking for Shi Poqie? He's the strongest among us. If you stand before him, you'll definitely die!"
"If you want to use him to kill me, then obediently tell me where he is."
"If you want to find him, that's easy. I can help you contact him."
"No need. I have my own plans. Stop playing your little tricks and answer whatever I ask. Also, stop wasting your effort sending distress signals. I've already blocked off the surrounding area, so none of your messages can get out. And I've set up an Optical Illusion around us. The Asuras outside can't see what's happening here at all. You're completely under my control now. Either cooperate obediently, or suffer a fate worse than death. Those are your only two choices."
"You..."
The Curved Blade Asura Youth discovered in shock that all the signals he had sent had indeed been blocked. Not a single one had gone through.
He had already been driven into a corner. At this point, he instead accepted it calmly.
The Asura Race was naturally fierce, combative, and fearless of death. Among the Asura Race, cowardice and bringing shame upon their kind were offenses punishable by death.
"Heh. We came to the Human Dao Plane for training this time, and the rules say that at most three of us can return alive. The rest are destined to die.