Starts With Fusing Devil Crystal

Reg shook his head and squatted down next to Sadron. He said calmly, "Since you are going to die anyway, why don't you tell me everything you know? Why do you want to deal with Uncle Lang?"    

    

Sadron smiled sadly and said, "You have already said that I am going to die anyway. Why should I say it?"    

    

Reg shook his head again. He stared at Sadron and said faintly, "Yes, you must die, but sometimes it is not painful to die. The pain is that you cannot die."    

    

Sadron's face turned pale again. He stared at Reg with some sadness in his eyes. "You want to torture me?"    

    

Reg's eyes fell on Sadron's pale face. "If you insist, I don't mind doing that. I rarely torture people, but I think if you want me to do this, I won't let you down."    

    

Reg's words were not harsh, even a little peaceful. However, Sadron looked at Reg's calm and even somewhat cold eyes and felt a chill in his heart.    

    

Although he didn't understand Reg's character, he knew that Reg wasn't just saying it. From the alert and cunning that they had just met to the ruthless and fierce attitude when they fought, Sadron knew that Reg wasn't just saying it.    

    

Sadron was silent. Reg gently stretched out his right hand and pressed down on the Star Iron Arrow's head in the blood hole on Sadron's right shoulder.    

    

After using a little bit of force, Sadron's face immediately twisted. His body began to tremble. He wanted to struggle with all his might. However, Reg's other hand was holding him down, not giving him any chance to struggle.    

    

How could a severely injured mage resist when he was being pressed down by a Fighter at such a close distance?    

    

Reg was not in a hurry to pull out the Star Iron Arrow's head. Instead, he grabbed the Star Iron Arrow's head and shook it a few times. Sadron rolled his eyes, as if he was about to faint at any moment. However, Reg did not show any mercy.    

    

Reg never showed any mercy to his enemies.    

    

"Speak. Speak out and let you die faster. Otherwise..."    

    

Sadron's face had completely changed. He stared at Reg and shouted, "You devil!"    

    

Reg wasn't angered by Sadron's scolding. He said indifferently, "If I am caught by you and you want to interrogate me about the Battle Qi Spell, I think my means won't be any worse than this."    

    

Sadron had nothing to say. He knew that what Reg said was the truth. If he captured Reg, he would naturally take out the Water Spirit Spell from his mouth at all costs.    

    

"Alright, I'll tell you!"    

    

Finally, Sadron, who couldn't stand the pain, gave up. He screamed in pain. His body was bent like a lobster that had left the water.    

    

Reg let go of his hand and looked at Sadron. He said lightly, "If you want to lie to me, you have to tell me the truth. If I expose you, you will regret it."    

    

Sadron took a few deep breaths, then raised his head and said with a bitter smile, "Do you know about the Dark Six Heavenly Devil's attack on the Odin Sword Sect?"    

    

Reg's heart skipped a beat. He nodded and said, "Dragon Roar Heavenly Devil brought the other five people with him and invaded Odin Sword Sect's Ophagus Tower while the experts of Odin Sword Sect were out. They took a lot of things and retreated with their bodies intact. What does this have to do with Uncle Lang?"    

    

Sadron stared at Reg and asked," Did he not tell you anything? "    

    

Reg shook his head and said, "If I knew, why would I ask you?"    

    

A strange expression appeared on Sadron's face. "Aslang is one of the Dark Six Heavenly Devil's Dark Heavenly Devil..."    

    

Reg was shocked. "You said Uncle Lang is one of the Dark Six Heavenly Devil?"    

    

Sadron nodded affirmatively. "Yes, although it has been more than 20 years since that incident, he said. But our investigation on these six people has never stopped. We only found out that Aslang was living in seclusion in Bali Island two years ago. So the Sword Sect sent me here to deal with him... "    

    

Many thoughts were running through Reg's mind. Dragon Roar Heavenly Devil, Vadorir, and Uncle Lang knew each other. Reg had been guessing how they knew each other. Now that he heard what Sadron said, it turned out that Uncle Lang was also one of the Dark Six Heavenly Devil. Naturally, he was very familiar with Vadorir.    

    

Just as Reg felt relieved in his heart, he suddenly had another question. He and Mrs. Qiangwei had killed Gale Heavenly Devil and the other two Heavenly Devils, but Vadorir didn't seem to be angry at all. And judging from his tone, it sounded like he was disdaining them. But why did he seem to have a special relationship with Uncle Lang? It seemed like Uncle Lang's strength wasn't even as strong as Fire Soul Heavenly Devil and the others. Could it be that Uncle Lang's strength had also regressed like Gale Heavenly Devil's?    

    

After getting the answer, the doubt in Reg's heart seemed to become more and more obvious.    

    

"What's the matter with the Water Spirit Spell?"    

    

Reg thought for a while and asked again. After going through so many things, Reg was pretty sure that the Cold Ice Spell he cultivated was the Water Spirit Spell, and Uncle Lang clearly knew about it. Why did he want to hide the truth from him?    

    

He taught ___ the God Level Battle Qi Spell, and then let him travel around the continent without caring about anything?