As soon as the words fell,
the Lords who had just been so valiant scattered like birds and beasts, vanishing without a trace in an instant.
"Why are you running?"
Fang Yi's gaze shifted slightly.
He reached out, golden light extending the length of his arm.
Like the arm of a massive giant, it seized the slowest-running Democratic Lord.
With a tug, Fang Yi dragged the man before him.
The man looked utterly despairing.
"I'm asking you, where is the prophet on your side?"
"I have elderly parents and children to care for, don't kill me... What prophet? Are you planning to kill me first, then kill the prophet?" The Lord who had been caught was terrified.
Why would I kill you for no reason? It wasn't like I was some murderous maniac.
Fang Yi ignored him and patiently asked again with a frown, "Where is the prophet? If you don't tell me, you die."
The moment the word "die" left his mouth, the man inexplicably let out a long breath, as though relieved, his eyes filled with certainty.
This was how the Yang God Lord, that killing fiend, was supposed to act.
Trembling, he said in a quavering voice, "We don't know, but the Pioneers were all recorded in the archives before. I can investigate it for you."
"Go."
One word, concise and clear.
Fang Yi released him and sent him to look into the prophet's whereabouts.
The man bolted away. Once he was out of Fang Yi's sight, he let out a long breath, his heart pounding so hard he could barely catch his breath.
Seeing that Fang Yi had not pursued them, the Lords who had fled earlier gathered their courage and crept back over.
"What's with the Yang God Lord? Has he remembered something? Is he