He said to Di Qun and Qirui, "Bring him up."
Because the Mediocre Death God's own strength had already fallen by a great deal, and he was covered in injuries, even if the Masked Man wanted to rescue him, he would be a huge burden. This was completely different from last time, and this time there were also many people escorting him, so Qin Xi knew in his heart that he had a great chance of winning.
Qirui and Di Qun ran down to the underground dungeon, and very soon they had brought the Mediocre Death God up under guard.
The injuries on the Mediocre Death God's body were truly extremely severe now.
And during this period of time, although people had brought him some food, he had not eaten particularly well. With so many wounds on his body, he felt as if he were stepping on cotton when he walked, light and unsteady, and having only just seen the light again, he was somewhat unaccustomed to it.
He looked at Qin Xi, not knowing what Qin Xi intended to do at this moment, and was extremely terrified, wondering what plans they could possibly have for him.
The Death God looked at Qin Xi and said to him, "What exactly do you want? I really have already told you everything I know."
Qin Xi truly felt that the Mediocre Death God might really have been scared out of his wits by them now. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he looked at the Mediocre Death God and said to him, "Of course we're going to lock you up somewhere more secure. That will also help ensure your own safety."
When the Mediocre Death God heard Qin Xi say this, and realized they were not after his life, he