"Mr. He! Take about twenty people to the Liu Family Inn in the west of the city and handle a demonic sect hideout! They’re hiding underground in the inn!"
"As you command, Sect Leader!"
"Wu Xun! Take people to the south outside the city to a place called Black Bamboo Mountain; there’s a demonic disciple refining corpses there! Make sure to eliminate him thoroughly!"
"Yes, Sect Leader!"
"Yang Qingqing! There’s a group of demonesses practicing evil skills hiding in the Baihua Building in the town; they’re Mo Ji’s external support. Take people to capture them all!"
"Yes, Sect Leader!"
With Wang Zhifan’s series of orders, several elites from Wind Snow Tower quickly led their teams out, each with a very clear goal, eager to achieve rit and success.
The once bustling hall suddenly beca cold and quiet, leaving only a few guards and servants, along with Wang Zhifan and Xiong Tianli.
"Mr. Wang, where did you get all this intelligence from? Care to share a bit with an old brother?"
Xiong Tianli asked Wang Zhifan with a smile. He was genuinely curious about how this young man ca across such detailed and accurate information about the demonic sect, seemingly knowing more than the insiders themselves.
"Sect Leader Xiong, I have special channels to obtain this information, but please forgive for needing to keep this confidential."
Wang Zhifan smoothly deflected the question. There was no way he could reveal that all the information was calculated using Epic Layer tools; others might not believe him even if he did.
"Ah... I never thought there would be such a place in this world with such keen information; compared to it, I, Xiong Tianli, seem like an ignorant country bumpkin... Mr. Wang, we entrust Wind Snow Tower to you with confidence. Let’s et again another day!"
Xiong Tianli understood Wang Zhifan did not want to say more, so he didn’t press further and soon left Wind Snow Tower.
Wang Zhifan also understood that as a sect leader, Xiong Tianli surely had many matters to attend to, and his quick departure indicated a peace of mind and plans to engage in other matters, so he did not see him off beyond the tower door.
Thus, only he and so ordinary mbers were left in Wind Snow Tower, with no one else to converse with.
"Ti for the next step."
At this stage, Wang Zhifan was not idle for a mont; he turned and approached several demonic sect spies who were still bound and under surveillance, preparing to execute the final process on them.
"Take them to the dungeon; I want to interrogate them personally."
He instructed those guarding the spies, ordering the unfortunate dozen who were absolutely under control to be escorted to the underground entrance at the rear mountain, which was the terrifying place where Wind Snow Tower imprisoned criminals.
But was Wang Zhifan really going to interrogate these people? In reality, not so.
He had kept them alive until now for another purpose: to make full use of waste.
So, a few minutes later, Wang Zhifan began his operation in the dungeon of Wind Snow Tower.
He had the Dark Guards secure the entrances and exits of the prison, while he himself entered a relatively secluded interrogation room, interrogating each demonic spy one by one.
People outside the interrogation room could occasionally hear screams coming from within, making even those with cold, hard hearts shiver internally, instinctively thinking Wang Zhifan was employing so torture on the demonic sect mbers.
However, if soone happened to check inside, they would find that Wang Zhifan was not employing torture on these people who had no reason to live. He was rely engaging in one-on-one duels, or rather using brute force to crush them, forcing them to fall into despair and perish.
"It’s your turn! Show your full strength! I don’t expect you to disappoint !"
At this ti, the one Wang Zhifan brought into the interrogation room was the demonic sect Mo Ji, previously described by the fortune-telling book as having formidable strength.
During his interrogation of the others, she had been desperately trying to break free from her restraints and escape, but unfortunately, she failed. The power freezing her whole body remained inseparable, until Wang Zhifan once again opened the interrogation room door and approached her, causing despair to show in the eyes of the demonic woman.
Like a stiff piece of wood, she was dragged inside by Wang Zhifan, seeing so piled-up frozen debris inside, where remnants of clothes from previous entrants could be found in the debris, undeniably indicating those people had been reduced to remains by this terrifying young man in front of her.
In such a dreadful environnt, Mo Ji, whom Wang Zhifan had high hopes for, did not perform well. She knelt like an ordinary woman, crying out in pain, pleading for Wang Zhifan to spare her life.
"Mr. Wang, spare ! I too am a pitiable person and did not willingly fall into the demonic sect!"
Wang Zhifan remained unmoved by her words, closing the heavy iron door with one hand and pointing the long knife in his hand at the demonic woman on the ground, speaking in a calm tone:
"The chance to survive is right before you. Kill or escape; crying won’t do any good. Don’t you realize that you can move freely now?"
With that, Wang Zhifan’s silhouette flashed, and he slashed towards Mo Ji’s head with astonishing speed, genuinely intending to put her to death.
In the face of a life-and-death crisis, Mo Ji burst forth unexpectedly. Her body beca pliable and boneless in an instant, like a bending willow twig dodging Wang Zhifan’s blade deftly. As she evaded, one of her arms extended over a length twice as long, her sharp nails stabbing towards Wang Zhifan’s throat from an unexpected angle, appearing as if she had transford into a stealthy and eerie demon with incredible attack capabilities.
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