It was only at this moment that Ling Yu and his three companions came to a sudden realization. First, he gave the three hope, then he pushed them into hell, deriving pleasure from their sorrow. This fellow's methods of tormenting people were indeed unique.
"You guys like to gang up on people, don't you?" The Wolf King scoffed, his disdain plain in his eyes. "We're standing right here, why aren't you attacking?"
Mo Wushen's gaze faltered as he knelt on the ground, pleading, "Qin Feiyang, I was wrong. Can you let me go?"
"Fine!" Qin Feiyang said indifferently. "You jump into the Bitter Sea yourself. If you don't die, I won't kill you."
Mo Wushen trembled in body and spirit, his face twisted in agony. "That's sending me to my death, isn't it?" he cried.
"How could it be?" Qin Feiyang said, a smile playing on his lips. "We all managed to escape from the Bitter Sea. With your abilities, you should be able to as well."
Mo Wushen's face turned deathly white at his words.
