章 1800: The Conversation

Mei Ting stared at the men in front of him. The Devil Emperor ordered him to do his best to find out about that person's whereabouts.

That was why he seized Ye Futian.

But it was obvious that Ye Futian wouldn't give up the information easily.

It was probably very difficult to locate that person.

"What if I insist on taking him with me?" Mei Ting said to the man in front of him.

"You can't," the man responded.

"Is that true?"

Another voice came from another direction. The demonic whirlpool spun menacingly as beams of demonic light shot from a source far away and converged somewhere close to them.

Slowly, a demonic shadow took shape. This man was tall and burly, covered in bulging muscles. He carried a blood-red ax on his back, which was also emitting the eerie demonic might.

The man wearing the mask looked at the person who appeared just now and recognized him. Yet he was not too shocked.