Ethan Smith's heart was suddenly filled with joy.
So, could this divine sense be at least of the Mighty Realm level?
Ethan Smith opened his mouth, just about to inquire, but at this moment, he felt something unusual outside.
He quickly withdrew his divine sense and returned it to his body.
He saw Marc Fraley walking in with a gloomy expression.
His face was extremely unsightly, and in his eyes, there was even a trace of cold-blooded killing intent.
"Ethan Smith, do you want to live?" Marc Fraley coldly said.
Ethan Smith sneered, "Go to hell, if you have any farts just let them out."
Marc Fraley took a deep breath and said, "Where is Emily Taylor? As long as you tell me, I can spare your life."
Ethan Smith raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Even if I tell you, you won't be able to find her."
"Whether I can find her or not has nothing to do with you. You just need to tell me where she is." Marc Fraley coldly said.