Su Mo remained silent for a moment before shaking his head.
"No need." His voice became colder than before.
"Once I use my ability…"
He slowly raised his crimson eyes toward the captives.
"…their outcome will already be worse than death."
The basement lights flickered faintly.
Then, Su Mo activated another newly acquired ability.
Demon Imprint.
This ability is capable of turning living beings into demonic servants.
Success meant absolute loyalty by changing their will.
Failure meant either death… Or something far worse.
The atmosphere instantly became strange.
Within Su Mo's crimson pupils, a horrifying symbol slowly emerged.
An eight-horned skull. It had a dark, ancient aura, filled with ominous Yin energy.
Even Yang Qingxi unconsciously narrowed her eyes after sensing it.
Soon, the skull symbol floated out from Su Mo's eyes.
Dark purple light illuminated the basement eerily. Then the symbol split apart into eight fragments.
