The originally breathless demon race suddenly started gasping for air, and the swelling on its face subsided accordingly.
Its scarlet eyes stared unblinkingly at Xia Feng: "How did you know I wasn't dead?"
Xia Feng chuckled lightly: "I deliberately let you keep your life."
"You were the first to cry out, and stood in the very center of all the demons, your identity must be different from the others."
"Keeping you alive might allow me to extract some useful information?"
He placed his index finger on the demon's forehead, his expression showing a bit of impatience: "Stop stalling, the space here has already been sealed by me, it's impossible for anyone to send out messages."
The demon's body trembled slightly, its scarlet eyes fixed on Xia Feng: "What do you want to know?"
Xia Feng pondered for a moment and said: "In which direction is the Demon Capital, and how many demon experts are stationed inside?"
