"Too forceful…" Qing Yu shook his head with slight annoyance, "Now, even if I wanted to use the 'Mind Control Spell' to interrogate him for information, it's not possible."
But it had to be forceful, just like the previous cultist, whose body was sliced open and blood continuously gushed out, yet he remained vigorous under the 'Blood Sacrifice to Cangtian,' the Forbidden Technique. So, I had to nearly drain Han Wenxin's fresh blood in one go, leaving him no possibility of fighting back.
Even though he was at death's door, incapable of even opening his mouth, Han Wenxin still looked at Qing Yu with an extremely mocking gaze, as if to say, "I'll be waiting for you down below."
"Heh," Qing Yu shook his head and chuckled lightly, "Brother Master, are you still thinking, will the Sixth Prince receive your letter and avenge you?"