The young man's eyes shifted, and he hurriedly said, "That person is a devil. He possesses a powerful soul and can devour other people's souls, turning them into his slaves, his puppets, his most loyal warriors."
"That person is extremely powerful, and he has formidable backing."
The middle-aged man finished speaking in one breath, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.
If Yi Chen learned this information, he would surely give up on killing them.
But to his disappointment, Yi Chen did not choose to leave.
"Your information is valuable, but none of it is enough to buy your life," Yi Chen said calmly.
"What?"
The hopeful look on the middle-aged man's face instantly froze. His expression turned hideous, and his eyes widened as he stared at Yi Chen in disbelief.
He did not believe Yi Chen would attack him regardless of the consequences.
If that happened, he would undoubtedly die.
"Don't worry. I won't kill you. You're our prisoner, and I won't let you die. I imagine you still remember what that old man said back then: as long as you could kill me, you could learn about that devil from my own lips. Now, your task is complete."
"I can spare your life, but I won't let you keep living."
The middle-aged man's body jolted, and towering rage and resentment surged in his eyes.
He had thought Yi Chen would release him once he revealed this information, but he had never expected Yi Chen to still be dwelling on that matter.
The matter of that devil was his sore spot.
"You..."
"I can spare your worthless life."
"But you must tell me about these people! Otherwise, die!"
Yi Chen spoke coldly, a chilling gleam flashing in his eyes as he enunciated every word.
"I don't know!"