It was indeed the West Rat King.
"Lu Qingshan, mission accomplished." The West Rat King was extrely excited, looking as if it had made a great achievent, with a storage ring clasped in its mouth.
"I emptied their treasure vault!" the little rat demon boasted.
"Well done." Lu Qingshan nodded, took the storage ring, and upon probing it with his divine sense, discovered it was filled with various minerals, materials, books, demon soldiers, and so on...
Thieves never leave empty-handed.
The West Rat King, highly talented in this field, had emptied everything it could find in an extrely short period.
I would call you the Treasure Hunting Mouse.... Lu Qingshan mused to himself.
He glanced again at the now ruined Feather Demon City, activated his mind, and retrieved three flying swords.
"Ti to go."
He never underestimated the Demon Race.
Today, he had caused such a commotion that it had likely already alerted the true experts of the Demon Race, and their reinforcents were probably already on the way.
There was no ti for delay.
"Are we sneaking away?" the West Rat King asked slyly, its eyes darting around.
"Strategic retreat," Lu Qingshan corrected.
Without further ado, he abruptly launched out with sword control, rapidly distancing himself from Feather Demon City.
Although it was tacitly understood that neither humans nor demons would use combat power beyond the Seventh Grade, that only applied to normal circumstances.
What he had committed now was considered a massacre, so it was entirely possible for the Demon Race to dispatch an Eighth Grade Demon Cultivator to support Feather Demon City.
If he didn’t leave, he would be waiting to be chopped to death.
An Eighth Grade Demon Cultivator, he certainly couldn’t win against one, and if he truly encountered one, even escaping would be difficult.
....
At the sa ti.
In the Southern State, within the Prison Warden Office.
The damp sll, mixed with the stench of blood, began to fernt in the cell.
The sound of footsteps started echoing.
Yang Quding, his face pale, heard the footsteps and couldn’t help but frown as he struggled to lift his head.
Soon, he saw his companion Lin Shanye, who had just been taken away by the cultivators from the Prison Warden Office, being brought back.
However, despite being taken away for barely an hour, Lin Shanye looked as if he had endured ten days and nights of tornt, his face pale as death, his entire body a bloody ss.
Has it finally co to the point where they’re resorting to violence?
Yang Quding smirked slightly, revealing a cold smile.
For them, the least effective ans was violent proof extraction.
He believed Lin Shanye hadn’t said anything.
To his surprise, this ti the cultivators from the Prison Warden Office did not separate the two, but instead threw the seemingly dying Lin Shanye directly into Yang Quding’s cell.
Hmm? What’s going on?
Being a steward of the Rinsing Spirit Sect, Yang Quding knew a good deal.
In similar situations where two prisoners are captured together for interrogation, it’s mandatory to separate them.
Otherwise, two people together could exchange information, align their stories, and beco even more resolute.
After throwing down Lin Shanye, the cultivators from the Prison Warden Office left.
At this mont, both of them were covered with nurous runes, preventing them from using the elent force inside their bodies and thus disabling suicide attempts, but not restricting their speech.
As for the so-called suicide thods of mortals such as biting their tongues, they were completely infeasible for cultivators.
Biting their tongues?
Given the strength of a cultivator’s physical body, without being able to use the elent force inside their bodies, they might not even be able to bite through their tongues.
And even if they did, with a cultivator’s resilient body, it wouldn’t be enough to be fatal; it’d be on the level of "if you discovered it any later, the wound would have healed."
"Lin Shanye, what’s going on?" Seeing the cultivators from the Prison Warden Office leave, Yang Quding quickly inquired about his companion’s situation, "What did they do to you when they took you away? And now why are they putting us back together?"
"Cough, cough...." Lin Shanye seed to be grievously injured, his voice hoarse, coughing twice before speaking with difficulty, "They got furious when bewitching heart thods didn’t work and tried using violence to force to talk...."
"Heh..." Yang Quding remarked with a sneer, "Ridiculous. If bewitching heart thods didn’t work, torture would be even more useless."
He didn’t even ask whether Lin Shanye had spoken, certain that his companion hadn’t disclosed anything, utterly confident.
"Indeed...how could I fear re torture thods?" From beneath the shadow that concealed his face, a flicker of brilliance flashed across Lin Shanye’s eyes.
But Yang Quding clearly wouldn’t notice this mont.
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