Qin Yi's palm surged with a powerful suction, directly pulling the half-dead Ming Jun towards him.
Qin Yi gripped Ming Jun's neck, "I'll give you one chance: tell the truth, and I'll spare your life. Dare to say no, and I'll hand you over to the Elf Divine Tree, making you one of those hundred corpses."
Ming Jun was very weak, but his gaze at Qin Yi was full of venom, cursing, "Despicable scoundrel, if it weren't for your schemes against me, I would have killed you."
Qin Yi sneered, his face full of disdain, "Was it me scheming against you, or did you all doom yourselves? Why did the Elf Divine Tree become like this? Do you dare say it has nothing to do with you? As for killing me, let me tell you straight, even ten thousand of you wouldn't be enough."
