In fact, if An Dianlian could use his Inner Strength to protect himself, he shouldn't have been injured like this, but in front of the Nine Thousand-year-old, he didn't dare to resist.
Not resisting, if he can survive, it means that the Nine Thousand-year-old does not intend to kill him yet.
But if he dares to resist, it will be seen as defiance, and the consequence will undoubtedly be death.
Getting up quickly and kowtowing on the ground, with a swollen face, An Dianlian sobbed, "Spare me, My Lord, spare me, My Lord."
"Three days, I'll give you three more days to bring back that little girl with the Spirit Pearl. If you can't do it, then don't come back to me, just go to the Slaughter Tree and fetch a rope yourselves." The Nine Thousand-year-old said expressionlessly.
An Dianlian and the others were overjoyed, hurriedly kowtowing, blood appearing on their foreheads: "Thank you, My Lord, thank you, My Lord."
