Shi Hao smiled faintly: "None of you are afraid to die? Great, I love to kill the tough ones!"
Everyone was shocked; when it came down to it, they were still afraid of death.
Those who couldn't bear it had long since committed suicide, and since they had persisted until now, they intended to endure in hopes that a miracle might one day occur, allowing them to leave this prison.
—Of course, there were genuinely fearless people, but their numbers were certainly few.
If they were to die in a grand battle, these madmen might not fear, but the disparity in combat power instinctively filled them with terror.
"I told you, don't provoke me. I'm searching for my things, and you stay in your cells, minding our own business. Why do you have to be so shameless?" Shi Hao shook his head, his fingers slightly closing.
"Ugh!" Those Golden Immortals all showed painful expressions, feeling an indescribable discomfort.
