Wen Jiaren released the force in her hands and said expressionlessly, "The antidote."
The Third Elder's entire body was convulsing in pain, curling up in agony, unable to speak for a long time.
Wen Jiaren, like a thoroughly evil person, with a heart cold and hard, stabbed the silver needle into his flesh again. The Third Elder let out another agonizing scream, "Pain... let go... let go quickly... I beg you..."
The elder's painful screams rang in her ears, but her heart didn't harbor the slightest bit of compassion.
Those who fall into despair lack any mercy or sympathy!
"The antidote."
"There is none... no antidote... no cure..."
"The antidote."
Wen Jiaren repeated insistently, her heart growing colder, her grip increasingly firm, "I am asking you one last time, hand over the antidote, or I will kill you."
