Through Qiao Fu's battle just now, Kenji already understood. The black-skinned otherworld martial artist's skin was indeed very tough, but it was not invulnerable. Hence, when he attacked, multiple willow leaf sword auras repeatedly cut the same spot.
After a while, he saw that the black-skinned otherworld martial artist's body was cut deeply, and there was a high concentration of silvery-white blood flowing out, which felt like mercury.
Huh? Du Feng also noticed that these otherworld martial artists' blood was also silvery-white, similar to the trumpet-man's. The otherworld martial artists' blood, which was very different from humans, seemed to be mainly viscous silvery-white liquid. This blood was not only viscous, but also dense. Even if the wound was very deep, it would slowly flow out, and there would not be a large spurt of blood.
"Leave one alive!"
Kenji was about to kill, but Du Feng stopped him in time. These black-skinned otherworld martial artists' leader had not been found, and no one knew where he went after capturing the swordsman.
"Hellfire Crucible!"
The swordsman suddenly mentioned a word, giving Du Feng a new clue.
"Is there a place called Hellfire Crucible here?"
Du Feng did not see any information about Hellfire Crucible on the map, so he turned to ask Kenji. In the end, Kenji did not know either. Not only him, but even an experienced martial artist like Qiao Fu did not know.
The swordsman only heard that his companion was taken to a place called Hellfire Crucible after being captured, but he did not know where exactly it was. In short, after the swordsman was brought there, he would quickly melt into molten iron, and then become a part of the black-skinned otherworld martial artist's body.
"I think he should know."
Qiao Qianqian was right, the last survivor should know where their leader went, and where the Hellfire Crucible was. But the problem was, he was very stubborn, and would not say anything even if he was beaten to death. The otherworld martial artist's body was different from normal human martial artists, and the soul-searching technique that Du Feng knew could not search his memory. Otherwise, there would be no need to waste time here.
"I have a way to make him talk, but I need your help."
When even Du Feng and Kenji were helpless, the young man beside Qiao Qianqian suddenly said that he had a solution. This person was Qiao Mingming's cousin and also Qiao Qianqian's cousin. He didn't speak much along the way. He was basically invisible. Apart from killing the Drum Men, he didn't dare to do anything else.
Now that he suddenly said he had a solution, Du Feng was shocked. Even their great-grandfather, Qiao Kui, found it hard to believe. Qiao Kui looked at Du Feng and Kenji with a questioning gaze. After all, it was these two great experts who had the final say here. Now that Qiao Fu had lost an arm, he had to listen to Du Feng and Kenji's opinions.
"Let him try."
Kenji did not speak, but Du Feng agreed with his opinion.
"Can you cut off one of his fingers for me?"
In the end, Qiao Leilei came up with a very strange request. He wanted to help cut off one of the captive's fingers. Although the black-skinned martial artist was captured, he was still very dishonest. Because of his special physique, the wound caused by the sword aura was gradually recovering. With Qiao Leilei's ability, he would not be able to cut off one of his fingers. He could only look for Du Feng or Kenji for help.
"No problem!"
As soon as Du Feng's voice fell, a dark blue light flashed. Looking at the black-skinned martial artist who was captured, the longest middle finger on his right hand was missing. He already had a particularly long middle finger. Now, Du Feng had found it for him.
"Hmph!"
The last black-skinned martial artist was quite stubborn. He did not make a sound even after his finger was cut off. Instead, he snorted coldly and glared at Qiao Leilei. It was clear that he was saying, 'So what if you cut off one of my fingers? What can you do to me?'
In the end, he saw Qiao Leilei grab a handful of gray sand from the ground and slowly sprinkle it on his wound. The wound was not big, and there was not much blood. However, once the gray sand touched it, it would not fall off. It kept corroding his finger.
His skin, muscles, and bones were corroded at the same time. That feeling was excruciating.
"Ji ji ji … Ji gu ji gu …"
The black-skinned martial artist kept making strange sounds. It was unknown whether he was crying out in pain or cursing in the language of the other world. She watched as his middle finger turned into ashes from the top of his head like a lit cigarette. The ashes fell to the ground and turned back into gray sand.
Only when his entire middle finger disappeared did the gray sand fall off. The excruciating pain stopped for the time being. Looking at the black-skinned martial artist now, he was sweating profusely as if he just came out of a steamer.
Not bad. Du Feng had a whole new level of respect for Qiao Leilei, who was a man of few words. He did not ask much. A dark blue light flashed and cut off the tip of the martial artist's index finger. Then, he saw Qiao Leilei grab a handful of gray sand and gently smear it on his wound.
"Ji ji ji …"
The black-skinned martial artist screamed in pain, his body twitching non-stop. However, his broken hamstring had not been reattached. There was no way he could run away. Moreover, there was Kenji staring at him.
"How is it? Are you going to tell me or not?"
Before the index finger disappeared, Du Feng waved his hand and cut off his ring finger. Qiao Leilei was very cooperative. He grabbed a handful of gray sand and sprinkled it on his wound.
The black-skinned martial artist twitched a few times in pain and then fainted. It seemed that this kind of pain was unbearable even for someone with a body made of iron. He did not know how Qiao Leilei came up with this method, but it was indeed effective.
"You still don't want to talk?"
Du Feng did not argue. This time, he did not cut off the other two fingers. Instead, he cut off the other hand. The wound on the wrist was much larger, so he could sprinkle more gray sand on it. Qiao Leilei was obviously excited. He scooped up a handful of sand and was about to sprinkle it on the wound.
"I'll talk. I'll talk."
The black-skinned martial artist looked at the handful of gray sand with fear in his eyes.
"Finally speaking human language. That's more like it."
Previously, the black-skinned martial artist kept mumbling. Du Feng and the rest could not understand him at all. Now that he had been taught a lesson, he knew how to speak human language.
"Don't lie. You know our methods."
Although Qiao Leilei was young, he was quite good at bluffing. Holding the pile of gray sand, he gestured at the black-skinned martial artist's wound. The injury caused by the gray sand could not heal itself. If he sprinkled it, his hand would never recover.
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