"Oh my, who was it just now spouting wild boasts? Chickening out this fast?" Ruo Li jeered.
Xing Yun wished he could just slap himself to death; that would still be better than suffering this kind of torment while alive, but he didn't have the courage to kill himself.
"Spare me, spare me, whatever you want to know, I'll tell you everything."
Jiang Xiaobai said, "If you'd said that earlier, you could've saved yourself all this suffering."
Before his words even fell, the agony of the Tribulation Power backlash had already vanished. Xing Yun gulped in air, drenched in cold sweat; his clothes were soaked through.
"Ask whatever you want." Xing Yun let out a sigh; he had completely submitted.
Ruo Li said, "You, compared to Gui Nu back then, are miles worse."
Thinking of Gui Nu, Jiang Xiaobai and Ruo Li couldn't help feeling a stab of sorrow. Such a good friend, just gone like that.
"Xing Yun, tell me, has the Demon Lord's strength fully recovered?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.
