Half-Eaten Meat
Elizar Yantra blurted out in incredulity as he saw the Martial Overlord, who wore a black wolf mask. His mind said that the other party was lying, but he felt that this should be the truth somewhere in his heart.
"Many powerhouses had tried to get here in the annals of history, but none of them managed to enter. And if you're wondering why I told you this, then that's because you're going to die, and a dead man tells no tales."
"No..."
Elizar Yantra shook his head, sounding pleading and desperate as he lay on his deathbed, which is the dirty ground, "Please let me go... I... I don't want any of this... I want my life- I... I will give anything to you. You can have all my wealth... I don't need anything! If- If you like my virgin daughters, you can take all of them... please...!"
He was scared, deeply terrified of this person. He still couldn't understand why this person would beat him up like this!
Davis's expression was unamused before he sighed.