Selenophile 32.2

Oscar's anger had not abated at all. The heat aura continued to radiate from his body, and the longer it lasted, the hotter the air around him became. In addition, his wolf spirit continued to growl, as if to convince him that this was not over.

Oscar turned and saw the seventh rogue, who still seemed to be alive. He stood up and approached the rogue.

The seventh rogue's condition was pitiful, but it would never be worth what they had done to Era. There was no mercy in Oscar's eyes as he saw the rogue's breath struggling, appearing short, as if it took a great deal of effort just to breathe.

The seventh rogue had broken bones. Worst of all, his spine was shattered, so he could not even crawl away from Oscar, let alone run.

"Tell me," Oscar said without hesitation. His look was sharp and promised a painful death. "Who sent you?"

The rogue tried to open his mouth and move his tongue. He obviously wanted to answer Oscar's question, but his condition made it impossible.

Oscar clenched his