The Ability of Spirit Speech

Lu Yuan continued his analysis. "You used your ability on your friends and family, discovered that there were no living people left, and even the person beside your pillow had become a monster. So you hardened your heart and killed them all?"

"I think so... but I can't remember what they looked like anymore. Maybe it was because I'd already gone mad by then?" Xu Pengfei said haltingly.

Lu Yuan remained expressionless, but inwardly, he was startled. This man was truly fierce.

After seeing his family killed, he had immediately hacked his enemies to death in a frenzy.

However, this proved to some extent that Painted Skin's close-range combat strength was actually quite ordinary.

As long as one avoided its mental attacks, a Level Four Warrior could easily chop a Painted Skin to death.

Maybe even someone at Level Three could do it?

Someone at Level Two, if they fought desperately, might be able to do it too?

After all, the soldiers under his command had some foundation. They possessed some Form Skills like "Great Strength."

If their attributes weren't enough, their skills could make up for it.

Lu Yuan calmed himself and continued, "Then you believed the Empire had fallen, and you kept fleeing until now."

"Xu Pengfei" nodded frantically. "That was what the sheepskin parchment said... but honestly, I can't make sense of the situation anymore."

"Your memories became completely muddled during the prolonged fighting. You can't remember anything at all?"

"My lord, the curses those monsters uttered before dying were incredibly powerful!"

"My memories are currently in chaos. Maybe it was because I dominated myself back then that I managed to withstand those curses. If I hadn't done that, I would have killed myself long ago."

Lu Yuan frowned. "As long as they open their mouths and