Zhao Pan: "…"
Lin Yan continued coldly, "Since you dare to speak so confidently and look like you're not afraid of death, you must have your own trump card. You're not afraid that I'll kill you, right? Take it out and intimidate me."
Zhao Pan seemed to have been exposed and smiled awkwardly. "Well, I'm the Divine General of the Spiritual Race after all. If you really want to die together, I can only call for him and let the two of us perish together."
Lin Yan had also guessed this in his heart. Zhao Pan's previous panic did not seem to be fake, but the threat at this moment was not fake either. Those who could survive under the Spiritual Race for hundreds of years were definitely someone who could adapt to the situation. As long as he played the role of a senior according to his wishes and did not expose each other, everything would be fine.
"Let's talk about the Spiritual Race."