"How did you get here!"
After using the powerful ice source to instantly obliterate thousands of enemy troops, Wang Zhifan lifted the only enemy general he hadn't killed and shouted sternly.
This was a male NPC in his fifties or sixties, and judging by his dark skin full of wrinkles, he was the type that had experienced many battles. Even now, facing a desperate situation, he didn't show much fear; instead, he abandoned everything and laughed heartily.
"Hahaha! How could I possibly tell you such a secret, you demon! I wouldn't reveal a word even if I died!"
The old man faced his imminent death with a look of gratification in his eyes, staring at Wang Zhifan, who was holding him up with one hand. It was deep-seated enmity that could only be aroused by national and family grievances.
"Won't talk? Then endure the eighteen tortures before you speak such big words!"
