Seeing Evan Yang's spiritual power in chaos, the Lord of the Deep Beasts raised his hand, intending to destroy him.
"Hmph, I won't let you succeed." Evan Yang sensed the Lord's killing intent and secretly scoffed. He then said, "Senior, if you kill me now, you'll lose your only hope."
"Oh? What do you mean by that?" The Lord of the Deep Beasts withdrew his hand and glared at Evan Yang.
"Senior, at least I can go out and find the person you want dead." Evan Yang feigned severe injury as he spoke.
"You? You're so fragile—you can't even handle my subordinates, and you want to kill that person?" The Lord of the Deep Beasts sneered as if he'd heard a joke.
"Well, I can at least find him, learn formations from him, and then help you break out of here. What do you think?" Evan Yang knew the Lord cared about him; otherwise, he would've been killed already.
"Kid, you dare play your little tricks in front of me?" the Lord of the Deep Beasts snorted coldly.
"I'm telling the truth. If you kill me now, you won't gain anything." Facing the domineering Lord, Evan Yang could only continue bluffing.
The Lord of the Deep Beasts paused, weighing Evan Yang's words. Meanwhile, Evan slowly restored his spiritual power, keeping a close eye on the Lord's expression.
After a long while, the Lord of the Deep Beasts seemed to struggle internally and finally said, "I'll trust you for now. But don't think us spirit beasts are fools. Here, take this pill and swallow it."