Tongtian brought Wendao's head to the front of the great hall.
He made as if to throw him inside.
Naturally, Wendao refused.
Just how many loose cultivators of the Primordial Origin Realm had been murdered here?
Perhaps he alone knew best.
Never mind being reduced to a head-even at the height of his cultivation, he would never have dared enter recklessly.
Had Tongtian not concealed his cultivation this time,
Wendao and those elders would long since have coaxed and tricked him into going inside.
Now that the tables had turned, Wendao could only lament his plight.
"Senior, please spare me!"
"I was just possessed by a moment of madness! That Blood Demon threatened me!"
As Tongtian drew closer and closer to the great hall,
Wendao grew increasingly nervous.
He was terrified that Tongtian would actually throw him inside.
The horror within could make even experts of the ninth heaven of primordial unity tremble, not daring to face it.
However,
Tongtian had no intention of throwing Wendao inside.
After all, extracting information from him was what mattered most.
Something seemed off about this Blood Demon, leaving Tongtian deeply wary.
Their fight just now had caused such an enormous commotion.
Yet the Blood Demon inside the hall had shown not the slightest reaction.
If it truly was an otherworldly transmigrator, as Wendao claimed,
surely it would not remain utterly unresponsive after sensing a threat?
Having grown tired of Wendao's pleas, Tongtian was getting irritated too.
"Silence!"
"If you keep babbling, I won't mind killing you right now."
"As long as you obey, letting you go isn't out of the question."
Tongtian's voice was icy.
There was not a trace of warmth in it.
He seemed ready to erase Wendao from this world at any moment.
Wendao could only close his mouth in