Feng Zhen might have been starving for too long; she did not even spare the bones of that Fried Chicken.
Joshua watched as she crunched through the entire carcass and swallowed it down. Her once-dry lips were now slick with grease.
"The whereabouts of the Dark Elves?"
Feng Zhen rubbed her stomach. One fried chicken truly could not meet this body's energy demands.
But Feng Zhen knew that if she wanted a second fried chicken, she had to answer Joshua's questions.
"Thousand Faces, there's no point in going back. All your friends and family are dead." Feng Zhen once again taunted Thousand Faces without restraint.
"I know. That's why I'm going to kill every last traitor."
During the time Feng Zhen had been gnawing on the fried chicken, Thousand Faces had adjusted her mindset. Compared to killing Feng Zhen, she wanted far more to utterly crush the Tribunal of Judgment.
"Kill them all? What a nice-sounding phrase. How exactly do you plan to kill them all... by burning down the World Tree with fire?" Feng Zhen let out another piercing laugh.
"If I can, I'll personally pour tar over it."
Thousand Faces did not deny Feng Zhen's suggestion. If her people's World Tree had truly been corrupted by the Gray Mist, she would not mind setting fire to that filthy thing and burning it to ashes.
"Fire can't dispel the Gray Mist! It can't... you should know that, Thousand Faces!" Feng Zhen loudly cut her off again. "Your remaining clansmen have already become the Gray Mist's loyal hounds. They possess the power bestowed by the Gray Mist... the mist gathered around that tree is enough to corrupt any living thing into a ball of flesh."
"Um, can we put the Dark Elf-Gray Mist feud on hold for now? Just tell