Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

Ancestor Xuehong and Tero were both heavily injured and only had one last breath left.    

Water Kylin King and the other four demon gods were also heavily wounded.    

While they were fighting, Ning Xiaolei and Ao Xue'er had already searched the underground palace, but they didn't find anything useful.    

However, from the bodies of those Bloodfire Hall cultivators that were just killed, he managed to find quite a few.    

"Let's leave this place first."    

Carrying the injured Ancestor Xuehong and Tero, Ning Xiaolei and the other demon gods flew out of the island.    

After flying for a few thousand meters, Ning Xiaolei brought everyone back to the Demon Refining Pot.    

"You guys go heal first, I'll interrogate them."    

After giving some pill s to Water Kylin King and the other Spirit Demons, Ning Xiaolei walked towards Tero and Ancestor Xuehong.    

Seeing that both of their injuries were too heavy, and it was even difficult to speak, Ning Xiaolei gave each of them a Yellow Pill, allowing them to recover first.    

Sensing that the injuries in their bodies had recovered, the two of them instantly stood up. While being shocked, they looked at Ning Xiaolei warily.    

"If you don't want to die, then be obedient."    

Ning Xiaolei's mouth curled into a sneer.    

Inside the Demon Refining Pot, even if the two were at their peak condition, life and death would only be a matter of time.    

Moreover, at this time, both of their injuries were only healed, and their mana had not yet recovered.    

"Where is this? What do you want to do?"    

Ancestor Xuehong stared at Ning Xiaolei and looked around out of the corner of his eyes.    

The two of them hadn't fainted just now. He only remembered that they had appeared in this unfamiliar place in the blink of an eye.    

"You don't need to care where this is. You only need to know that I have the final say here. If I let you all die, you will definitely not be able to live. If you don't believe me, you can give it a try."    

Ning Xiaolei looked at the two of them calmly without a single trace of nervousness on his face.    

The more he was like this, the more afraid Ancestor Xuehong and Tero became to attack him.    

To dare to fend off those Demonic Beast with five levels of Sixth Layer, this young man must have some tricks up his sleeves.    

Ignoring the ugly expressions of the two, Ning Xiaolei said: "I want to know everything you two know about the Bloodfire Hall."    

As soon as he said that, both Ancestor Xuehong and Tero's face changed.    

"You won't be able to escape. If you don't say anything, I can only let you die."    

Ning Xiaolei humphed lightly, his tone was a little displeased.    

Ancestor Xuehong said with a twinkle in his eyes, "Will you let us go if we tell you?"    

"No, I won't let two enemies that can threaten me. But I can give you two a chance to live, stay here and help me!"    

Ning Xiaolei shook his head. Demon Refining Pot was one of his greatest secrets.    

Coincidentally, his Demon Refining Pot Space needed to be developed, so two of them at the eighth level wasn't weak at all.    

"A job?"    

Ancestor Xuehong and Tero frowned and remained silent.    

The other party's intention was to imprison them!    

"You can refuse. I'll immediately send you to your deaths, and I'll slowly investigate the matter of Bloodfire Hall again."    

Ning Xiaolei added calmly as he looked at their expressions.    

As if to convince the two of them, Ning Xiaolei willed an irresistible force to be put on their bodies, making them kneel on the ground.    

No matter how the two struggled, they were still unable to stand up.    

Staring at Ning Xiaolei in shock, the expression in both of their eyes gradually changed. Only now did they understand that this seemed to be the decision of the other party.    

They didn't even see how Ning Xiaolei had attacked, yet they felt as if they had endured the power of the entire world.    

"I'll say it, as long as you spare my life, I'll do anything."    

After a long while, Ancestor Xuehong gave up struggling and sighed.    

As matters stood, he had no choice but to accept his fate. The other party had only taken care of them with a single thought. How could they continue fighting?