At this moment, Fang Zhenglin clenched his teeth as the power of the silver needle continued to disperse, causing his whole body to convulse. He glared furiously at Ren Feifan, completely unmoved.
"You brat... don't even think about it!"
Ren Feifan wasn't in a rush, patiently waiting for Fang Zhenglin's answer.
He had absolute confidence in the effect of the silver needle, because in this world, apart from the dead, there was no mouth that Saint Doctor's Gate couldn't pry open!
When the sensation of biting had persisted for a minute, Fang Zhenglin was surrounded by a pool of water, his body already drained, but the biting sensation never ceased!
Rather, it was getting stronger and stronger!
He panicked!
"Brat, if you have the guts, give me a quick end! Be a man!" Fang Zhenglin shouted hoarsely.
But Ren Feifan remained unmoved, toying with the silver needle in his hand, a slight smile on his lips, "Sorry, I don't like to let people die too quickly; I prefer to torture them."
