"Hehehe! An answer...? You bastard, you absorbed so much of my power and still want an answer?"
The emaciated old man, both angry and frightened, glared at Jiang Dali, cursing venomously, "Even if I can't kill you today, I definitely won't let you die easily. You'll be bound here, slowly waiting for death, forever unable to escape! Hahaha, hahahaha!"
"Are you saying that these iron shackles are supposed to hold me?"
Jiang Dali looked at the emaciated elder with a derisive and indifferent gaze, his eyes playful.
The emaciated old man's smile abruptly stopped, and he took a frightened step back.
The other two were also startled but quickly recovered. Mang Mountain Ghost sneered calmly, "You bastard, don't try to fool us. These iron shackles are made of refined gold mysterious iron, a lavish material only available from the national treasury of powerful nations like Ming Country.
