"Young lass, you better tell me what you did to my son, or else I won't be nice." Daragma said threateningly, releasing his peak Soul Strengthening stage cultivation.
Opposite to him was Olga, standing proudly with her head held high even though she was shaking in front of the immense pressure.
"And I am telling you, I do not know. It is not like we were friends for me to know." She replied with a resolute expression on her face.
Daragma almost had veins popping on his head, as he tried controlling his anger. With a calming breath, he said, "Little girl, you better tell me or nobody could save you from my wraith, today."
"How audacious of you! Do you seriously believe that we are dead? Or do you think we are too old to take you on?" A middle-aged woman wearing different dried monster pelts cut at several places, clearly she was just wearing them as a kind of trophy.