"Idiot, we can't control so much now." The adjutant roared angrily: "Commander Korhan will return to the station soon. If he sees that our interrogation is fruitless, you and my life will be ruined.

There’s no guarantee, just think about how tragically our predecessors died!!”

"Yes, yes, Lord Adjutant, I will definitely let the old guy speak." The interrogator heard the adjutant's mouth becoming more and more angry, and he was frightened. He said hurriedly: "Please give me a little more time, I will

It can definitely be done.”

"Remember, Commander Korhan will be back in two hours. Whether our lives only have this little time left depends entirely on your interrogation skills." The adjutant said fiercely: "It's really not possible, even if it's

To 'create' some information, we have to deal with the legion commander first, do you understand?"

"I understand." Seeing the other party staring at him so angrily and anxiously, the interrogator was so frightened that he didn't even dare to say anything, and just kept nodding.

"Humph, you can figure it out yourself."

After the adjutant finished speaking, he immediately walked away with a sullen expression. The interrogator looked at his disappearing back and spat hard: "Bah, I've seen it a long time ago. If there's something wrong, you will definitely kill me."

Pushing it out as a scapegoat is shameless. So many people have died, why don't you die quickly?"

"But that old man from the Sand Clan is still so stubborn even though he's already dead. Huh, I don't believe that he can't pry out the information about the "array map" with so many tortures in the Demon Realm Abyss." At this moment, the interrogator's eyes were filled with confusion.

A cruel and bloodthirsty look appeared on his face: "Old man, let's see how long you can carry it!"

Thinking of this, the interrogator walked straight towards the stairs at the end of the corridor.

The interrogation room of the Stone Demon Castle is located on the lowest floor underground. It is a dark and gloomy place, filled with messy torture instruments. The walls are covered with blood that has not been wiped clean and stumps scattered everywhere. Heads can be seen everywhere, and most of them are tortured.

The prisoners are all prisoners captured by the Phantom Dragon Legion from the Sheng Long Pu Lun Continent, including humans, elves, orcs, and even dwarves and warcraft.

In the innermost part, there was a separate small room, where one of the most important prisoners in the Stone Demon Castle was imprisoned. The interrogator suddenly spoke and ordered all the subordinates around him who were whipping the prisoners and inflicting torture on them: "Get out of here."

, I need to be quiet for a while."

When the demonic torturers in the interrogation room heard this, they immediately threw down their whips and instruments of torture and ran out of the room. At this time, the interrogator was the only one left in the room.

Stepping to the end of the room and kicking over the broken chair blocking the way, the interrogator grabbed a metal handle on the wall and pulled it down with a squeak.

The blood-stained stone wall suddenly split into two, and a secret space appeared inside. The interrogator stepped in and murmured to himself: "It's about to start again..."

In this small, secret interrogation room, there was only a crystal-like cylindrical cover, and what was contained inside seemed extremely weak.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Hey, old fellow from the Sand Clan!" The interrogator knocked on the crystal shield with his hand and shouted impatiently: "Are you still awake? Answer me quickly."

"Uh...it's you again, the evil dog of the demon clan. You can't even think of...asking anything from me!"

The body of the old man from the Sand tribe was obviously translucent. His body had been destroyed and he was just a ghost now. But even so, the old man from the Sand tribe was full of stubbornness and did not appear to give in to the opponent at all. He struggled to face the interrogator.

He shouted angrily: "You have caused the destruction of the Sand Clan. The surviving Sand Clan people will definitely avenge this blood feud!"

"You old man who can kill a thousand swords, even if that day comes, you won't be able to see him anymore."

At this moment, the interrogator, who was furious, had a cold and cruel smile on his lips: "What you can see is just how I torture you."

"Go to hell."

"Bang!" With a low roar, the interrogator punched a button in front of him, and four fiery red crystals suddenly appeared above the completely enclosed crystal cover.

The next second, the fiery red crystal shuddered violently, and instantly spurted out four jets of blazing black fire, viciously hitting the soul of the old man from the Sand Clan.

"Uh ah ah ah -" the shrill scream of the old man from the Sand tribe immediately spread far and wide. When the interrogator heard this voice, his face was full of intoxication.

At this time, the interrogator said proudly: "For many years, we Abyss Demons have also done a lot of research on the ghosts and spirits of life. We know that the thing that ghosts like you are most afraid of is the extremely hot flame. Do you see it?

?The power of these demonic black fires is not enough to make your ghost disappear, but it can make you always surrounded by extreme pain, hahaha."

"Uh-huh--you devil, you must die a good death!" After being tortured to death, the soul of the old man from the Sand tribe suddenly became a little thinner. Burnt by the black fire, he kept beating the crystal shield feebly:

"Stop it——"

"You want me to stop?! It's so simple." The interrogator, who was sitting leisurely on the chair and admiring the miserable condition of the old man from the Sand tribe, said slowly: "You know what I want, please tell me the matter quickly and obediently.

How about I stop torturing you immediately?"

"No!! You don't want to know the secrets of the Sand Clan!" The old man's soul was shaking violently. Although he had been tortured, his will was still unyielding. The old man of the Sand Clan shouted: "I will never become a member of the Sand Clan.

A sinner won't say a word!"

"You old and immortal sand trash, if you don't confess, go to hell!" Seeing that the other party had suffered such a big loss, he still refused to say anything. The furious interrogator reached for the button and shouted.

: "Let you taste double the suffering first..."

"Whoa!" Before the interrogator's hand fell, a cold light suddenly appeared in the slanting stab. The next moment, the interrogator suddenly realized that he only had a bare and severed wrist left, and at the same time, the hand spurted with blood snapped.

Landed.

"Wow - my hand..."

Before the kid's screams could be heard, Guan Heng, who had drawn his sword, had already swung a punch, and it hit his face heavily with the strong wind. The interrogator could clearly hear the smashing sound of his facial bones, and he suddenly

He fell forward with a plop. Guan Heng didn't bother to save his life. He stepped forward and dropped his body. "Crack!" The interrogator's skull exploded and flew away.

"Awwww--" After a while, the headless interrogator's body suddenly burst out with a black energy. Guan Heng chuckled: "You have also condensed a ghost?! That just belongs to me.

!”

"Swish, swish, swish!" The ghost-swallowing beast shined with its evil-breaking eyes, and the newly born ghosts were immediately turned into the Stone of Souls, and fell into Guan Heng's hands without hesitation.
Chapter completed!