"Speak! Is Yun Yimeng alive or dead!" Shi Feng coldly demanded once again, his hand engulfed in a blood-colored blaze fueled by the soul of Demon Wilderness, which flared even more intensely!
"Aaahhhh!" The anguished and tormented howls of Demon Wilderness grew louder, and he yelled again, "I don't know if Yun Yimeng is alive or dead now! Anyway, he didn't die by my hand that day!"
"Didn't die by your hand?" Upon hearing Demon Wilderness's words, Shi Feng muttered under his breath, then coldly questioned, "Make it clear, what exactly happened?"
"Ah! You kill me! Kill me! Ah!" Demon Wilderness, whose soul was burning with blood flames, constantly pleaded with Shi Feng for death.
"Explain yourself clearly, and I will grant you death!" Shi Feng said coldly once more.
