Etris stared expressionlessly at Xiahou Chu, black flames flickering in her cold, merciless eyes. Strands of her long hair rose one by one, like countless demonic tentacles slowly swaying through the air. Xiahou Chu's body shuddered. He glared at Etris, then stammered, "Our souls are protected by one of the Fox Clan's ancestors. You cannot obtain any useful information from them."
Lin Qi fell silent. An ancestor of the Fox Clan?
If it had been one of the Fox Clan's elders, Etris could still have tried. Although Lin Qi did not wish to harm them, if left with no other choice, Etris could have attempted to extract the answers he wanted from their souls. But if an ancestor-level figure of the Fox Clan had cast a secret soul-protection art upon their souls, then even Etris could not obtain any information from them.
Shaking his head helplessly, Lin Qi tossed the fragrant roasted dragon leg to the Donkey standing nearby.
The Donkey happily opened his huge mouth, swallowed the dragon leg in one bite, then let out a satisfied burp.
Lin Qi slowly walked up to Yin-Yang and smiled at him mildly. "Then now, it seems we can only discuss this matter between ourselves."
Yin-Yang gave a chilling burp with a smile, then nodded at Lin Qi. "I think you should try torture. Severe torture, perhaps that might make me talk?"
Rolling his wrists, Lin Qi tilted his head and seriously considered it, then jabbed a finger into Yin-Yang's shoulder blade. The jab struck precisely at a vital point where several meridians converged. With the frail physique of a necromancer like Yin-Yang, how could he possibly withstand a freakish body like Lin Qi's? At that one jab, half of Yin-Yang's body spasmed, while his internal organs were tugged into excruciating pain.