Each of these faces represents a soul imprisoned by the Slaughter Divinity, serving as the nourishment he needs to become stronger.
Khan Yamun nudged again, sending the blood mist to the mouth of the strange giant tree.
As the most delectable food reached its mouth, the strange giant tree hesitated.
These souls were no ordinary souls but sacrifices under the Power of Slaughter. If it were to swallow them, the Slaughter Divine Power within them would inevitably follow, at which point being controlled by another's Divine Nature Force would no longer be a matter of choice and it could become a puppet under their control.
"Hmm? What's this? Are you trying to back out?" Khan Yamun's blood-red eyes glared at the strange giant tree, emanating a ruthless and icy killing intent, as if ready to kill at the slightest hint of resistance.
