"Aaaggghhh!" Old Jade's scream echoed under the basement of the Dark Lord's mansion.
His body was restrained by chains, but his eyes had turned black as the demon had corroded his mind.
Unlike the humans inside the tower, his human body was still intact.
"You don't have to reject that power, my friend." The Dark Lord smirked, looking at the pathetic state of Old Jade.
"You bastard. What are you planning to do?" Old Jade gritted his teeth. He was trying his best to resist the control, but to no avail. If this continued, he would really lose his mind."
"Plan? I don't have any plans. I just think it's a shame to let you die. It's better if you live even if it's not you anymore." The Dark Lord thought of something. "Now that I think about it, I think it'll be even better if you end up killing those people from the Ardagan family, right? It'll be hilarious to see them dying in your hands."
