At this moment, A'mu had never thought that there would be a day when he couldn't even beg for death.
Other than his consciousness, everything else was out of his control.
Even his thoughts were being eroded bit by bit.
He was originally very determined to beg for death, but after so many days, he actually had the thought of surrendering.
'Hehe, there's nothing bad about submitting to the Wolf Clan.'
'There will be endless resources and a powerful backer.'
These words kept repeating in his ears.
As his soul faded, the bewitchment gradually became stronger. Especially when he couldn't hold on any longer, this thought became stronger.
It was over!
Would it be over just like that?
A'mu's heart was filled with hatred!
Why couldn't he hide his curiosity and stop eavesdropping back then?
He knew that those wolf orcs had higher cultivation achievements than him.
Great, he had fallen into a wolf den.
