These two fellows definitely knew about the Radiant Fruit. They were spinning lies right in front of him—did they really think he couldn't see through them?
"Do you know there's a technique called Soul Search? If you still refuse to admit it, then don't blame me for searching your souls."
"Rest assured, I'm very skilled at this. I guarantee I won't harm your divine souls. If you truly don't know anything, I'll compensate you."
"I'll give you one last chance. This Radiant Fruit—do you... or do you not... have it?"
Ye Lin's eyes suddenly turned sharp. This concerned the lives of Poison Venerable and Dugu Feng. For those two, he did not mind playing the villain for once.
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar was right. He was still too kind.
Had it been someone else, who would care what you did? They would probably have started slaughtering people long ago. If you wouldn't talk, then they would find the answer themselves.
If they only discovered after killing everyone that what you said had been true, then what could they do? They could only count you unlucky.
"Th-this... Senior, please come with me. I'll take you to see the Clan Chief."
Seeing Ye Lin's expression, Wu Feng sighed inwardly. He knew this matter could no longer end peacefully.
The man before him was surely a great power, a true expert—far beyond anything the Snowman Clan could resist.
The Snowman Clan had never been strong to begin with. Otherwise, they would not have hidden here like rats.
And this man clearly could no longer be fooled. Since they could not fool him, they might as well cooperate obediently.
Their only option now was to send this plague god away as quickly as possible, then seal this ice cavern at once, lest complications arise