Chen Fan's Fury

Several Soul Division Stage experts from the Hell Sect were all imprisoned within the void. Though they would not be expelled from this realm, they could not move an inch. The Dugu Clan Head's control over the power of the void could not compare to the Shu Mountain Sect Leader's, but it was still far more formidable than that of any of them present.

Hearing Chen Fan's icy words, their expressions all darkened, filled with apprehension.

They did not doubt Chen Fan's words in the slightest. This was no longer a threat—it was a choice he was giving them.

"What is there to say? What do you want us to tell you?" one Hell Sect expert snorted coldly, still unwilling to yield.

"Where are they?" Chen Fan asked coldly.

That expert gave a cold laugh. "Heh heh, Chen Fan, you're merely at the Spirit Refining Stage. Even if we refuse to speak, at worst we'll remain sealed within this void power. Do you think you can pierce through this void power and search our souls by yourself?"

The others abruptly came to their senses upon hearing this. That was right—this was a seal formed by the Dugu Clan Head's void power. Even they could not break it. How could Chen Fan possibly search their souls through the void?

At that thought, their expressions eased somewhat. They all fell silent, believing that so long as they said nothing, Chen Fan would not dare lay a hand on them.

Yet Chen Fan remained expressionless. Standing silently before them, a glint of frost flashed through his eyes. Then he slowly raised one arm. With a circulation of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art within his body, his entire arm turned into nothingness, becoming part of the void itself as it instantly reached inside.

This astonishing