"What... is dignity?" Yellow Mane Lord asked in confusion.
"It means letting you die less ugly," Qin He said succinctly.
Yellow Mane Lord sucked in a sharp breath. "Can I not die?"
"No! You must die!" Qin He shook his head. "I'll give you twenty breaths to think it over."
Yellow Mane Lord immediately began trembling all over. Call it a fence-sitter swaying with the wind, or call it cleverness backfiring on itself—either way, it was just an ordinary demon.
If it had not feared death, it would not have fallen into the supernatural.
Had Qin He not received its message and prepared in advance, it was hard to say whether that God-Slaying Formation could have dealt with him, but at the very least, it had prevented massive casualties in Lanling City.
If they had truly fought, he definitely would have had no time to look after Lanling City.
Were it not for that, every extra word Qin He said to it would have been disrespectful to himself.
"Ahhh!! I refuse to accept this, I don't want to die..." Yellow Mane Lord's face twisted in terror as it wailed and shrieked, looking ready to burst into tears.
Yet it did not dare resist, because all its methods combined could not compare to a single claw strike from the Strange Wolf.
Though both were Sources of Supernatural Phenomenon, the gap was simply that vast. Otherwise, it would not have been reduced to curling up in Dragon Bone Land, unable to move.
"Crying—crying counts as time too." Qin He directly rested the Big Black Shovel against its forehead, and a single sentence silenced it.
But before long, it begged again. "Great Immortal, spare my life~"
"Impossible."
Qin He shook his head, studied it carefully for a moment, then said coldly, "How about