The basement door suddenly opened from the outside, and Li strode in with several mercenaries. The instant Malfurion saw Li, he understood that this place did not merely resemble an interrogation room—it was an interrogation room.
Malfurion suddenly felt somewhat panicked. In truth, he almost hoped Li would hurry up and ask him some questions, so that he could struggle a little before immediately telling him everything, satisfying him. Otherwise, he feared he might reveal things that could not be revealed.
Li paced around the interrogation room, then stared hard at Malfurion for a while. After a long moment, Li slowly said, "You can leave." The mercenaries exchanged looks at his words, then turned and walked out. They appeared utterly obedient to Li.
Li glanced at Malfurion again. To be honest, for a traditional mage, if he wanted to cast magic without being noticed, all he could do was use hand gestures combined with mental fluctuations. But now that Malfurion's hands were bound as well, the only magic he could cast would be minor spells.
Of course, that was assuming Malfurion still had any magic power left.
Malfurion looked at Li and suddenly sighed. "I never expected that, in the end, you'd still get the better of me. You hid yourself very well. A noble's son, and one who looked arrogant and conceited... but in truth, you're such a powerful person. May I ask where my magic power went?"
At this moment, Malfurion felt incomparably empty inside, as though he had been drained dry. After becoming a mage, a mage's body would be filled with magic power. From then on, magic power was equivalent to a mage's life force. Only about five percent of Malfurion's magic power from his peak remained in his body. As for where the rest had