Ye Wenyuan and the group were not in the Death Domain, so they couldn't see the resentful spirits and evil ghosts. All they saw was Yan Yi behaving like a madman, slashing at thin air. His face was filled with panic and terror.
What is going on? What did the Sect Leader do to him? How could Yan Yi, an Emperor Martial Artist, be scared like this?
Mu Qianyue's gaze locked coldly on Yan Yi, "I should have killed you, but you still have some use, so I'll spare your life for now. But from now on, you must obey me unconditionally!"
With hands forming seals, a beam of light shot out, landing on Yan Yi's head, rapidly entering his mind.
Yan Yi painfully clutched his head, constantly struggling. He only felt an alien Divine Sense invading his mind, gradually devouring his consciousness and occupying his body...
Although he didn't know what was happening, one thing he was sure of: if this foreign Divine Sense occupied his body, he would die, losing his identity...
