"Since you won't speak, then die."
With a flick of his fingers, Flame Shadow sent a wisp of black flame tearing through the air, landing on him, and in an unprecedented agony, Kaelbasu couldn't restrain himself and cried out!
The black flame, like the embodiment of chaos, instantly covered his fur, inch by inch burning his body and soul, regardless of how he tried to regenerate, it adhered like an incurable bone disease, rooted in his flesh, slowly erasing his existence in a visible way.
The beast convulsed in pain, howling, trembling.
"Have mercy, Saint, have mercy. I dare not play tricks, but the Wolf Pack Blood Oath is preeminent, and I cannot reveal anything easily, hoping the Saint might spare me, spare me—"
"How interesting."
Flame Shadow laughed, resting his chin in his hand, glancing at his wailing, tearful state: "You don't fear the Sacrificial Master Saint, but you fear Shekri?
Or do you think you still have the qualifications to bargain in front of me?"
