"Henrik, you are the last person from your tribe remaining. Do you have something to say?" Davion gazed at him coldly sending shivers down his spines.
"I…" Henrik shuddered as he couldn't speak. He bore a deep sense of guilt and humiliation recalling how his friends died one by one infront of his eyes without him not being able to do anything. He felt powerless with even such a high cultivation base.
Seeing his pitiful state, Davion shook his head and declared, "You can kill yourself and leave peacefully."
He gave him a chance to have a quick and less painful death. Otherwise, he had no choice but to beat him up and end his life cruelly.
Henrik finally raised his head when he heard it. "Do you think I would die this shamefully?"