At that moment, the Demon Emperor noticed that the fellow before him was barely breathing, as though he was about to die.
Had I gone too far?
He had actually tortured him to the brink of death.
The Demon Emperor stuffed the Crystal Core back in.
The dying fellow soon brimmed with vitality again.
"What a strange race."
The Demon Emperor spread his hands helplessly.
The fellow had once again painstakingly reshaped himself.
"My lord, I believe you now, but I really can't surrender. Otherwise, those above will dispose of me."
Demon Emperor Daochen wasn't buying any of it. These fellows had been through life and death countless times, and their hides were as thick as city walls.
What nonsense about being unable to surrender? At a critical moment, surrender was the better choice. At least it would keep them alive for the time being.
"Heh heh, this is the Illusory Forest, where I cultivate in seclusion."
"You lot disturbed me, and now I'm very troubled. Who should I vent the fury in my heart on?"
"Of course, I heard you come from some Upper Realm? What sort of place is that? Could you explain it to me?"
"Bear my wrath or answer my questions. Choose one!"
The Demon Emperor watched him calmly, putting on the air of an inquisitive child.
The leader stared at the Demon Emperor in shock. "You actually heard what we said? We're done for, we're done for! Then what exactly did you hear?"
Demon Emperor Daochen watched him with a beaming smile. "In this illusory land, nothing can escape me. I heard everything there was to hear. Something about a chaos spirit, for instance, or a chaos passage, or some master."
The leader looked as though his heart had turned to dead ashes. "We're dead.