Lin Feng pressed down on the leader of the mysterious figures, fixing a burning gaze upon him as he coldly demanded, "Who are you people? How do you know this stronghold's treasures so well?" The leader bit his lips hard, showing a stubborn expression and refusing to utter a sound.
Nángōng Qiàn'ér stepped forward and gave the Purple Fire Blood Shadow Whip in her hand a slight flick. The flames on the whip tip flared up with a whoosh, drawing close to the mysterious leader's face. "You'd better confess honestly, or you'll suffer." Sweat the size of beads popped up on the leader's forehead, and he finally revealed a trace of cowardice.
Seizing the opportunity, Lin Feng pressed further, "Speak! Who is pulling the strings behind you?" Unable to hold out any longer, the mysterious leader slowly opened his mouth. "We... we are outer disciples of the Blood Demon Hall. Someone sent word to us that there were treasures in this stronghold and told us to come and plunder them..."
Chapter 142