"A warrior can be killed but not humiliated!" the sinister man roared, sensing the insult in Adrian's tone.

"You're a warrior? Speak up, or you'll lose your left arm too. I don't have the patience to waste time on you. If you still don't talk, dying will be the least of your worries. However, if you do speak, maybe I'll be in a good mood and spare you," Adrian said temptingly.

"Will you really spare me if I talk?" the sinister man asked, desperation tinged with a glimmer of hope. Betraying the young master might lead to a dire fate, but at least he might save his own life.

"That depends on what you tell me," Adrian replied with a faint smile.

The sinister man hesitated, looked around to ensure no one was nearby, and then said, "I hope you'll keep your promise. I'll talk."

Adrian said nothing more, his gaze urging the man to stop stalling and speak quickly.

Sighing, the sinister man admitted, "We are dark immortals. The dark immortals are not attached to any faction or forces. Our