The Power of the Monster Clan

He looked at Qin Xi and said to her, "Even if you kill me now, what good would it do? You can't find the Masked Man anyway. You'd only be cutting off one of his arms. To him, that wouldn't be any great loss."

Qin Xi was quite certain about what the Mediocre Death God said. It was indeed just as he had said: right now, Qin Xi and the others truly did not have even the slightest clue to the Masked Man's whereabouts.

They had finally managed to capture the Mediocre Death God through their own strength and a bit of luck. If they could not pry even the tiniest bit of useful information from his mouth...

Then the Masked Man would forever remain the danger lurking behind them. They would not know when he might strike, what else he might do, or what kind of impact he would have on all of them. Just thinking about it made Qin Xi's heart chill with fear. He absolutely would not allow something like that to happen.

Qin Xi looked toward Di Qun and said to her, "Didn't you want to let him try the might of your Monster Clan? What are you waiting for?"

Hearing Qin Xi say this, Di Qun became eager to give it a try. She really did seem very interested. This matter was getting more and more fun.

But in the next moment, Di Qun looked extremely troubled again.

She said to Qin Xi, "But right now, I don't have anything especially powerful from our Monster Clan with me. I only have a few little trinkets. We can only let him try these ordinary little things first. If that really doesn't work, I can go back to the Monster Clan and fetch some things. Those things