"Mm."
"No matter what happens later, don't resist. Otherwise, you'll bear the consequences yourself." Lin Zheyu let out a soft hum and spoke lightly.
His heart stirred slightly, and some thoughts arose.
In the past, he had already considered forming a power of his own.
But because his strength was improving too quickly, any force he built couldn't keep up with his pace, so he gave up.
Now, however, the strange woman's proposal made his heart move again.
Even ants struggle to cling to life; how much more so these Demonic cultivators who have cultivated to such power?
No one wants to die.
If there is hope of surviving, these Demonic cultivators who have long fallen into madness will make choices with no bottom line.
The woman before him was a fine example.
At the sight of a single thread of hope, she clutched at it like a drowning person grasping a straw.
