Nicopolis showed no expression. "Don't be too smart for your own good. Don't forget you also revealed your weakness just now—" She extended her claw, covered in black scales, and clasped the wheat-colored neck of the elf girl beside her, causing the latter to frown and groan in discomfort.
"You may not fear death, but if you don't give me the item, I will kill your companions one by one."
Fang Hong furrowed his brow, thinking this woman was insane. But outwardly he pretended not to care, and began to blatantly lie: "Go ahead, you know very well that we can just revive outside."
However, as he said this, he tried his best not to look at Tianlan and Gita, lest his expression give anything away.
Nicopolis indeed hesitated.
Seeing this, Fang Hong grew more confident, took a step forward, and pressed her further: "If I'm not mistaken, you've been trapped in this phantom for thirty years, and this item is the key to your escape from this place, right?"
