"Keep talking tough," the Mountain God called out calmly, his face completely untroubled.
However, it was precisely this indifferent expression that made it all the more terrifying; because you could never guess what it was thinking.
"Bastard! If you have the guts, kill me. If not, let me go," Lin Yifan challenged, hoping to grasp a slim chance of survival.
"Killing you is certain, but before I kill you, I must torture you to death, haha! Ha ha!" the Mountain God laughed loudly.
The laugh was so cold-blooded, so merciless.
It was unafraid of Lin Yifan's threats, because it had already devised a strategy.
The next moment, its expression turned icy cold, and it snapped another of Lin Yifan's fingers.
"Snap!"
"Ah!!!!!"
Lin Yifan rolled around on the spot, struggling to endure the intense pain coming from his hand.
"Haha! Little ant, how is it? Isn't the taste of this agony thrilling?" the Mountain God asked with sheer delight.
