"Little Liao, only if you pass my trial will I let you leave," Duge corrected.
"How can I trust you?" Liao Jiulong asked through gritted teeth.
He struggled with all his might but couldn't break free from the restraints of the Dark God Power; he couldn't even see his opponent's face, and deep inside, his heart was already in chaos.
His strength ranked mid-level among the second-generation disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain, yet even he was effortlessly controlled by this Demon Head, unable to resist.
The other senior brothers would just be walking into a trap if they came; only a Golden Core True Man could deal with this Demon Head. Liao Jiulong felt he should stay alive to return and report the information about the Demon Head back to Dragon Tiger Mountain.
"You can take a gamble," Duge said with a smile.
The outside world had no idea what was happening here.
