The cost of maintaining the power suddenly acquired by the once ordinary beings was evidently nothing other than their lifespan and soul.
"Please, immortal, save my life!"
The orphaned boy was mature for his age. As soon as he came to his senses, he immediately knelt and knocked his head three times towards Feng Qing'an.
The fact that the other party didn't kill him on the spot and even pointed out the hidden dangers in his current state, implied a willingness to aid him. Regardless of what the other party wanted, what he needed to do now was to ensure his own survival.
"Sensible."
Pure blackness spread across Feng Qing'an's gaze, submerging even the whites of his eyes. An intimidating aura that even the black-armored Ghost General found terrifying pervaded from Feng Qing'an. It was a force that all wise spirit beings instinctively despised and feared.
The Power of Demons!
