Chapter 1164: Blood Absorption

Marc Fraley coldly stared at the prophet, saying, "That's none of your concern; you only need to tell me where Ethan Smith is."

Yet the prophet not only didn't answer, but once again closed his eyes.

Marc Fraley grimly said, "Old Thing, don't try my patience! If you don't say, I'll kill you!"

"Even if I told, you would still kill me," the prophet said indifferently.

Marc Fraley was startled, then laughed heartily, "You do have some abilities! Fine, I promise you, if you say, I won't kill you!"

"I won't tell you," the prophet shook his head.

"Today, whether I say or don't say, is my day to die."

Marc Fraley narrowed his eyes, saying, "Old Thing, stop playing tricks on me! Speak or not!"

The prophet didn't even bother to move; he just sat there with his legs crossed, eyes half closed, as if he was about to die.

"You're looking for death!"

This undoubtedly infuriated Marc Fraley; his palm shone brightly, coldly saying, "If you don't say, I'll slap you to death right now!"