However, he also couldn’t reveal the secrets known only to him, or he would truly be dood.
A voice inside told him that he had to clench his teeth to find even a slim chance of survival.
"That’s all? Do you think I would believe that?"
The Rhythmic Soul Devil Jade let out a cold snort, despising anyone acting tough in its presence, especially soone with a black heart.
"You black-hearted human, do you believe I have thousands of ways to make you tell the truth?" Indeed, the thods of torture it had learned over the years were plenty.
However, if those thods were used on the person in front of it, it’s feared that not even one thod could be endured.
"Don’t think I won’t use them on you; it’s just that your frail body can’t withstand my thods. Wait till the High Priest Demon Heart has ti, and I’ll try all those thods on you.
After all, she’s an alchemist. She can save people, and even if you’re not alright, she can bring you back to life, allowing to play to my heart’s content. Once she’s finished, she’ll join the fun, and I believe it will be quite entertaining by then."
"Hiss!"
The good teacher gasped in shock.
Isn’t this jade a devil? Even death isn’t an option?
But thinking about it, that’s indeed the case; his Original Soul energy is now sealed, making it impossible even to commit suicide.
"What exactly do you want to know? Just ask directly."
He thought it through very well. He would answer honestly what they asked, but for things they didn’t ask, they couldn’t bla him for not saying anything, as it was their choice not to ask.
"Playing tricks with ?"
The Rhythmic Soul Devil Jade was genuinely amused by this foolish creature. At a life-or-death mont, it still dared to play tricks?
"As expected, you’re soone brought back by the forr inter-plane traveler, with quite the spirit. Trying to rely on your little cunning to survive? That depends on whether you have what it takes."
The black energy continued to wrap around the good teacher, tightening around him, with several wisps of black energy drilling into his body once more.
"Ah!"
The good teacher couldn’t withstand it, crying out in agony once again.
Having experienced it once before, the pain of the black energy entering the body was sothing beyond ordinary human endurance.
He thought, even an extraordinary person couldn’t endure this, the limbs felt as if they were being forcefully pulled apart without actually being torn off.
"Kill ... just kill !"
"My Dark Spiritual Power is just the weakest form of punishnt, yet you can’t endure it? How will you endure what’s to co?" The Rhythmic Soul Devil Jade said as it tossed him aside.
Not even bothering to withdraw the black energy that had infiltrated his body, allowing him to continue enduring the agony.
Only after truly experiencing pain, when even death is not an option, does one understand what compromise ans. It also wanted to know exactly what the forr inter-plane traveler had confessed.
The good teacher lay on the ground, his consciousness entirely consud by the pain, not caring whether he lived or died, or whether he should escape.
Even when he wanted to confess everything, he found himself unable to speak aloud.
Thus, the tornt continued for two whole hours, until the Rhythmic Soul Devil Jade noticed he was on the brink of collapse, finally extracting the black energy from his body, allowing him to catch his breath.
The pain ceased, and the good teacher, lying on the ground, curled himself into a ball, trembling violently.
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