The scarred leader's voice, now stripped of its former arrogance, echoed through the clearing. "You heard him. From this moment on, we follow the Demon Sect."
The rogue cultivators exchanged uneasy glances, but fear had already taken root in their hearts. One by one, they nodded, their reluctance palpable.
Hun Yu's expression remained impassive as he watched their loyalty shift.
Fear was a powerful motivator, but he needed something more to ensure their unwavering obedience. The Soul Parasite Seed would bind them to his will—body and soul.
"Good," Hun Yu said, his voice cold and commanding. Hun Yu's voice, cold and commanding, instructed them to continue their activities as before, but now their spoils belonged to the Demon Sect.
The cultivators, now under Hun Yu's influence, showed no signs of defiance. The scarred leader, fully subjugated, stepped forward. "What are your orders, Master?"
