Capítulo 880: Change in History

"Let me go!" the man shouted, his voice cracking with desperation as he struggled, his limbs thrashing wildly in a futile attempt to free himself from Creeping Demise's coiled grip.

I glanced at him, my expression cold and unfeeling. Cry me a river, I thought. A cowardly fool who wanted to ambush us while we were poisoned had no right to plead for mercy. Without hesitation, I slammed my hand against his face, my fingers gripping his skull tightly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't speak," I said icily, watching as his eyes bulged in terror. "Soul Search!"

The moment the words left my lips, the man's wails grew louder, his cries of agony echoing off the cavern walls. My fingers dug deeper into his skull, pressing into his temples as the blood began to seep from his eyes and nose. The power of my Soul Search ripped through his mind like a hurricane, sifting through his memories with brutal efficiency.