"It's me." A deep and low voice boomed in their ears.
Only the burly men were able to hear it.
They hurriedly stopped their glance and lowered their heads.
Scared that the cultivator would take their glance as intimidation.
No mortal in their right mind would dare to do so.
A fate worse than death might be waiting.
"Take these pills. Your family shall be taken care of as the Dark Lord had promised." The voice spoke again.
The burly men knelt and kowtowed to whoever it was.
Pills suddenly appeared in the air and floated towards them.
These pills gave out a putrid and pungent smell like rotten flesh mixed with blood and other ungodly ingredients.
They reached out their hands and grabbed onto the pills while they tried with their utmost effort to stop themselves from vomiting.
One of the burly men held the pill in his hand, and he saw that a dark glow appeared with small tentacles coming out from it.
He hesitated for a moment.
