Han Xing ignored its look and continued asking, "Talk."
"Pah!"
The Bone-Eroding Griffin showed no fear.
Han Xing stopped talking as well, and continued controlling the Tower of Annihilation Lightning, bombarding the Bone-Eroding Griffin.
However, this bastard's mouth really was hard.
No matter how Han Xing attacked it, it still refused to spill anything, and even kept hurling verbal taunts at Han Xing.
After more than ten waves of attacks in a row.
This Bone-Eroding Griffin had already been blasted until it was on its last breath.
But it still stared fixedly at Han Xing with eyes full of defiance.
The meaning in its gaze was: don't even think about getting anything out of me.
A trace of coldness flashed in Han Xing's eyes.
The God of Radiance asked, "Master, do you need me to take action?"
"In the God of Light's memories, I found a special method."
"That is to transform a strand of Divine Power into Light's Needles, ten thousand times thinner than a hair."
