Qingyi crouched in front of the demonic cultist.
His beautiful purple eyes were cold as he watched him struggle desperately.
The damage to the man's body had been catastrophic. More than half of his bones were broken, his legs reduced to a mess, and his mouth was filled with blood.
Of course, that was far from enough to kill a True Immortal. But still, the pain was absurd.
"You're going to have to answer me a lot of questions..." Qingyi said.
He opened the system store and bought one of the highest quality healing pills available.
The cultist tried to resist, but Qingyi didn't care. He forced the man to open his mouth and shoved the pill down his throat.
"Ugh... son of a bitch..."
The cultist's words were cut off before they were even finished. A punch tore through the air at an absurd speed, broke his jaw, and sent him to the ground, just in time for the pill to take effect.
