Looking at the last two remaining people, even he himself knew that there was little hope.
Originally, Yang Yan could have used soul search, but these individuals' souls seemed different, possibly sealed by some mysterious power, so he could only attack their minds.
Indeed, human nature is always fragile.
The two black-robed men kneeling on the ground glanced at each other and immediately started kowtowing at the same time:
"I'll speak, I'll speak!"
Ao Tian grinned and pointed at the man on the right with the scimitar in his hand:
"Oh! You're the one who spoke first. Go ahead! If I'm satisfied, you won't die."
In reality, the two of them acted almost simultaneously; he couldn't truly tell who spoke first.
He just randomly picked one.
His casual choice scared the black-robed man on the left badly.
Fearing that speaking rashly might anger Ao Tian and result in his destruction, he could only watch his companion nervously.
